Okay, now here’s the story. . .

We were living with a friend in an apartment until our double-wide manufactured home was set up and ready to move in to. Last weekend, the friend we were staying with got an eviction notice — she had 30 days to am-scray. But the landlords were very insistent that we (that is to say, me, my wife, 1 dog, 2 kids, 3 cats) had to leave immediately.

So there we are. Saturday. Labor day weekend. A weekend for relaxation and bar-b-que. And we have to pack up all our shit and get out of dodge.

We had a couple of friends offering us a place to stay, but in both cases, they didn’t have a lot of room in their houses and we didn’t want to impose. However, we had one friend take our dog, and the other friend took our 3 cats, and my family and I got a motel room. A cheap, cheap, cheap motel room.

So this motel. A great little pit called “the Valley Green”. We are surrounded by rooms occupied by young hispanic men. I have no idea who these guys are, but this is New Hampshire, the whitest state in the union. Normally you would have to travel far and wide to find 2 people who aren’t white. But here at this motel. . . its like every hispanic guy in the state is living within 20 yards of us. Not that I’m prejudice or anything. Its just weird.

Anyway, it looks like we’re here for the duration. We’re hoping our home will be ready sooner, rather than later, but we’ll stick it out the best we can.