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By Tom Chandler on Oct 9, 2007 in Underground Entertainment
When you get a little behind on your posting, people assume you’re lollygagging in front of the television, stuffing handfuls of potato chips into your mouth and washing them down with pureed Twinkies and Diet Coke.
If only the truth were that pretty.
What is true is the Trout Underground’s World is turning upside down; we’re cramming all our worldly possessions into boxes, moving them, and then un-cramming them.
Yes, my friends. We bought a new house. [sfx: gasp of horror]
Waiting to move. Plenty more where these came from
Sure, it sounds like a simple, relatively straightforward process, and I suppose it is — the same way boils are a simple, relatively straightforward process.
At first, I admit to a little uncertainty about the idea of a new house, but the L&T — a much better salesperson than I am — dangled the possibility of my own garage in front of me.
Rod racks. My pontoon boat snugly suspended from the ceiling. Float tubes lining the walls. A wader drying station.
The mind reeled. The heart quickened. The deal was done.
So yes, expect fewer posts this week, weekend, and early next week. Getting DSL up and running is never a sure thing, and with all the time I’ve invested lately protecting our legal access rights to the Upper Sac and McCloud Rivers, the part of me that’s trying to make a living is feeling a little neglected.
Like always, expect to see the weird, the interesting, and the humorous posted here — just a teensy bit less of it.
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Larry Swearingen | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Hey TC,
How FAR are ya moving ?
I just completed a 1450 mile move in late July
and I NEVER want to move again. And we had a
25 year accumulation of crap. We packed everything and had a mover load everything
and truck it to Indiana then unload. Cost
$8000 ! for a 3 bedroom with garage shop.
Good luck,
Larry Swearingen
Tom Chandler | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
About two miles. When I moved to Dunsmuir, I did so with a full Bronco and a small U-Haul trailer.
Those days, it seems, are long gone.
clara chandler | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Gee Tom, Honey, hold your breath and your Dad and I will be right up to help you move. Well, then again, I would not know how to move. So you better go on with out me. Will we get your new address for Christmas cards etc???
Oh yes, lots of luck..
Tom Chandler | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
A moving-related zinger from my own mother. It’s a cruel world…
kbarton10 | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
This is where TC finds out they don’t have DSL at the new address, something the L&T Nancy knew about - but strategically failed to mention.
Kevin | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
What I’m wondering is what kind of serious fly fisher has need of a “grand wardrobe box?” That could be a serious hit to your fly-guy credentials, were the lovely lady not able to take the rap for you. This time.
clara chandler | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Are you giving a prize for the best helpful comments on moving?
In case you do, here is number 1..never make the boxes heavier or bigger than what Nancy can lift and carry.
Gerry | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Don’t lose the book in the move. You know: Mark D. Williams’ “So Many Fish, So Little Time”.
Maybe if you send the book to the lucky winner of the “name the dying October Caddis” contest before you move it will be one less thing to worry about….
Curly | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Is that a jackalope head?
Tom Chandler | Oct 9, 2007 | Reply
Yes, once again, the Underground can feel the love.
That’s a plastic deer head; an item that makes the L&T cringe and look for the nearest garbage can, but hey — my little plastic friend’s coming along.
After all, I’m getting my own garage.
Larry Swearingen | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
I understand about the garage.
My wife went to Fort Wayne to pick out the new
house while I stayed in San Diego and worked.
My only requirement was that it had to have a
dry basement for my shop.
I got it.
Larry Swearingen
Murdock | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Tom,
Good luck with the move. You have my address so you know were to send all your excess fishing equipment. I want to see pictures of this man cave / garage that you describe.
Lee
Megan | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Oh Tom. I feel your pain. There’s a post on my blog about moving and crazy landlords in the near future.
Now about that garage. The man in my world, who owns his own palace, refers to the Garage as “Guy Town”. Actually it’s “Guy Town South” because “Guy Town North” is actually a room in the house itself. There are rules to women being in Guy Town. One of which, I believe, is that women must be shirtless. I have never bothered to test the rules as Guy Towb has a strange odor to it that keeps me away. Probably a ploy.
Alex | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Moving SUCKS! Makes you realize how much crap you have that you don’t really need.
kbarton10 | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
My guess is there is a cot in Guy Town South so the palace owner has a place to sleep when the Barbarian Horde sacks his capital and loots his treasury.
The rules for Barbarian Horde Town require the Guy Town ambassador bathe regular, and watch the Barbarian Home & Garden Channel without complaint.
Don | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Wow.. That’s nearly as far as Larry’s move. Only 1448 miles less. I’d help, but my back is acting up, you know.
Tom Chandler | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Megan: Uhh, you thought you’d just slip that one by us? The “man in my world”? Elaboration is required. The eligible males among the Underground’s readership are waiting — ready to weep at the bad news…
I’ll consider the shirtless requirement, but we’re talking more about a garage than a true Man Cave.
As for kbarton’s history lesson, I’d say there’s something to it. But I’m not saying any more.
NEWS FLASH: The keys have arrived; we’re going over for the Official First Tour As Landed Gentry now.
BTW — anyone want to buy a cherry, landscaped, almost-new, trees-in-the-front-yard, three-bedroom in Mt. Shasta.
My readers are apparently a bunch of cheap bastards (not one of you has yet stepped up to buy my old Man Cave in Dunsmuir), but nothing about the L&T’s old place is cave-like…
Larry Swearingen | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Landed Gentry ????
Do we gotta call ya SIR Tommy now ??
or Squire Chandler ??
Larry the Landed
Big Sky Taku | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
The fun part about moving is going sloooowwwlllyyy thru all those boxes of STUFF, all the memories associated with what the spousal unit gently calls “The Scary Boxes”… What’s wrong with keeping old donkey and mule teeth you picked up in the California deserts, pieces of cholla wood from Arizona, the broken arrow you shot your first bull elk with (complete with bloodstains), all the old fly reels and flies stuck onto pieces of paper and old 3×5 cards with the info on the fish it caught for you. Yep, memory lane can sure be fun and take hours, if not days….
Tom Chandler | Oct 10, 2007 | Reply
Larry: It’s “Lord Underground.”
Sky: I did away with most of that stuff when I moved up here; it really was a fresh start.
The “pile” now is all the outdoor gear; add Nancy’s hefty pile of outdoor stuff to mine, and the place looks like a sporting goods warehouse.
David Roberts | Oct 11, 2007 | Reply
I cam’t believe it, I ofered to drive all the way down there to help you guy’s move, and get turned down because TC is worried about loosing a couple of bamboo rods in my truck.
David
Tom Chandler | Oct 11, 2007 | Reply
The Dave Roberts Method of Moving a Friend’s Fly Fishing Gear: “One for me, one for him… Two for me, one for him…”
David Roberts | Oct 12, 2007 | Reply
Well I am crushed piss on you I am going fishing and hit the BWO’s and Flav hatch that is going on now up here, So there!
David
Tom Chandler | Oct 12, 2007 | Reply
“Fishing well is the best revenge.”
Or something like that.