Famous Last Words

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. 

 The three men worked all day in the hot sun - and it was very hot - to pile everything we own onto the flatbed trailer. They sweated like pigs and (strictly for reasons of hydration) drank a whole bunch of beers as they worked. When the last box was on the trailer, they collapsed under the tree in the shade and lay there like dead men. It was about 8:00 at night and the sun was setting.

"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.