The house is just about empty. We spent two days boxing everything up, and then our friends Crecencio and Juan came and helped Homero clean everything out. We no longer have mattresses to sleep on, a TV to watch, or a kitchen table to eat at. In the kitchen, I kept one pot and one knife. We are eating off of paper plates with plastic forks from here on out.
"Aren't you going to put the trailer in the shop?" I asked.
"Tomorrow," Homero groaned.
"What if it rains?" I asked.
"It's not going to rain," Homero replied. "Look at the sky."
I'm not sure if you can tell from this picture, but here are all our worldly goods, heaped onto the trailer and ready to be stored in the shop.... soaking wet.