Moving progress

I don't always think my brother has good ideas. For his birthday he wanted to blow something up. Before we leave, he really wants to dye the swimming pool red. Yesterday when he drove the shopping cart into our house I was summoning up my strength to launch into my "get that damn thing out of here" tirade. But then one of his ideas actually made sense.

Rather than bring out armful after armful of stuff to the dumpster, why not use the shopping cart? And rather than taking trip after trip with boxes to the Uhaul, why not use the shopping cart?

It was actually quite a good idea. My doggies have been concerned about it. They grew even more so when I put their doggy beds in the shopping cart. But they don't understand just how tired I am of picking up the stuffing that has been slowly leaking out of them, or that I don't think the things will last another move.

I've been having some concerns about moving to eastern Idaho. First, I think I'm going to feel like I have to put make-up on everytime I leave the house because I know a bunch of people living in Pocatello (mostly they are people I went to high school with and are now facebook friends). Second, how hard is it going to be to eat vegetarian there? In Eugene it is so easy it doesn't take any effort.

But then I was checking out craigslist and saw a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house for rent for only $600 and felt pretty good about that. The crapshack I'm in now is the size of a pea and it's over $700.

And then there is this other thing I've been thinking about. I thought I always wanted to move to Oregon. It's way more progressive than Idaho. I thought it would be the perfect place for me - among like-minded people. But then I read about this scary and hilarious political campaign by some far right-wing nutjob in eastern Idaho and I thought, "That's where I need to be! That's where they need my vote!"

There's just not that much for me to do here. There's been talk about outlawing the use of plastic bags in the city, but we all know that compared to the politics of Bonneville County, that's the whipped cream on top for Eugene. They need me in eastern Idaho. They need an irritating burr under their collective saddle, and I need to be that burr. It's nice to be needed.