At this point, it's ridiculous
Dec. 10th, 2021 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSo last summer when Josh was going to come up, his drive was almost blocked by highways closed due to wildfires. He made it up ok, I don't remember if he detoured or not. Tucker definitely did around that time on the same route.
A month ago Josh was going to come up but flooding took out a ton of our highways, most of which are not open yet. We've been waiting for them to reopen to come up but the few that survived are essential services only.
I finally wrote an essential agricultural services letter (small farm, need both services up here and food transportation to markets down there) and his plan is/was to drive up Fri/Sat. Except now there's a heavy snow advisory for today, down there, on the few remaining very twisty turny highways full of grocery and gas trucks.
I think he's going to come up Saturday once its light and see what happens, both if it's passable (and not blocked by a jackknifed grocery truck) and if they'll let him through with my letter.
I can handle this stuff on my own if I need - I can contact the prince george meat place and see if they want my ducks, and/or my suckling pigs and geese for Christmas, and I can get the local butcher to come by for home slaughter use and make the sausage and ground I was planning to make with the piglets. Totally doable. But I was really looking forward to Josh being here, to doing projects with him, to interacting with someone who's enthusiastic about a portion of my stuff, and quite frankly to spending time around someone who I viscerally feel values me.
At the same time I don't really feel cut off; I am the center of my universe, I guess, and it feels like it's they who are cut off from me, and not me from them.
A month ago Josh was going to come up but flooding took out a ton of our highways, most of which are not open yet. We've been waiting for them to reopen to come up but the few that survived are essential services only.
I finally wrote an essential agricultural services letter (small farm, need both services up here and food transportation to markets down there) and his plan is/was to drive up Fri/Sat. Except now there's a heavy snow advisory for today, down there, on the few remaining very twisty turny highways full of grocery and gas trucks.
I think he's going to come up Saturday once its light and see what happens, both if it's passable (and not blocked by a jackknifed grocery truck) and if they'll let him through with my letter.
I can handle this stuff on my own if I need - I can contact the prince george meat place and see if they want my ducks, and/or my suckling pigs and geese for Christmas, and I can get the local butcher to come by for home slaughter use and make the sausage and ground I was planning to make with the piglets. Totally doable. But I was really looking forward to Josh being here, to doing projects with him, to interacting with someone who's enthusiastic about a portion of my stuff, and quite frankly to spending time around someone who I viscerally feel values me.
At the same time I don't really feel cut off; I am the center of my universe, I guess, and it feels like it's they who are cut off from me, and not me from them.
