I thought when I decided to move that I might be able to hire and train a replacement at Interior Designs, but since the owner lives in North Carolina, she decided it was time to close - after 25 years of business. So I had about two weeks to completely shut down a retail store. I am proud to say that I sold almost every single item and emptied out the entire store in those two weeks. There were many clients and friends that were out of town and will be shocked when they discover that we have closed; in fact it is still a shock to me, as well.
|Interior Designs, Inc. closed after 25 years - surreal|
|16 foot truck plus car carrier = a hot mess|
Tuesday we embarked on the trip across the Texas desert. I will say this about Texas. There is a star on every single building and riding along the border with Mexico is not fun. If you are in a regular car at least the speed limit is 80 mph. But a huge truck will not get over 65. So Tuesday was 14 hours of this:
We had decided to start looking for a truck stop or gas station every time the truck was on half a tank. So when we reached Ozona, TX, we still had more than half a tank and did not stop. For some reason we did not get the memo that Ozona, TX is the ABSOLUTE LAST CHANCE FOR GAS FOR HUNDREDS OF MILES. Another hour with absolutely nothing in sight and we started to worry.
We were writing a journal notebook of our trip so we would always remember how it went. At this point in the journal I wrote: "Can't find gas station. 1/4 tank left @ 2pm. 767 miles into trip. No cell service." We were putting notes in the notebook so that our loved ones would know what we had done if we had to leave the truck! We were trying desperately to call and text people when we had a spot of cell service, but then we were on empty and there was no cell service at all and nothing in sight. We were making jokes about me dragging my mom across the desert on a moving blanket, but it was truly not funny. Then I decided that if we totally ran out I would unhitch the car and try to go on in it to look for gas. Only later did we realize that my small car would not have made it to the next stop either.
Finally, ahead there was a rest stop. There was no gas or phone or anything there, but there was a place to park the truck and a bathroom, so we pulled off the interstate. There was a little old man sitting there in a tan work outfit. I asked him where the next gas was, and he said, "in the trunk of my car." We almost died from happiness! He charged us $30 for five gallons of gas, and that got us to the next gas station. I truly believe this man was an angel sent to save us.
to be continued...