Final Transition to Lady Trucker Begins

Ladies and Gents!  The time has FINALLY come…  Monday begins a new chapter in my life. That of Lady Trucker!  I am so excited to start trucking school on Monday. I’m hoping that all the winter weather is behind us for this year and that the icy morning roads are done too (One can wish, right?).  I will be driving to Albany on a daily basis for the next month to IITR to learn all I can to pass the DMV driving test in a Big Rig… I have learned so much already. 

Trucking is a lifestyle, not just a job. More like a Gypsy, which I have been in the past when I was much younger. Living without an address in my little pick-me-up-truck. They call it homeless today. I am looking forward to traveling about and seeing the highways, freeways, warehouses and truck stops of the country.  I may even see some scenery too!  …

I have plans of cooking in my truck so I don’t have to eat truck stop food all the time. In my little kitchen I hope to eventually have a microwave, fridge, lunchbox oven, crockpot and of course, a coffee maker! I have been saving recipes that should work well on the road, and testing them at home… Getting used to instant oats instead of steel cut. They only need very hot water for a few minutes to be yumms. Not perfect but better than truck stop food – Cheaper for sure!

Learning about online bill pay and banking is quite puzzling. Having done the cash/envelope system for so long I have been testing the new system the past month. Things I can do at one bank and not the other don’t make sense to me. How to get paperless billing and other ‘Up to Date in Kansas City’ (quoting an old song) stuff is still baffling. It is possible to teach this old dog some new tricks… Just like talking to someone who doesn’t speak English – please talk slowly! … Did I tell you I got a Smarty Phone?  Tricks – Just plain tricks I tell ya!

I will be keeping my little house and my snail mail address in Oregon, although I won’t be home to get paper mail often. I’m not expecting to get home more than once a month, if even that. I will miss my garden and yard. I’ll probably have to get some one to mow for me this summer. My roomie will hold down the fort and take care of my kritters and other inside housie stuff while I cruse the country. I will also miss driving my tiny Miata and my classic ’63 Valiant too. They will get their exercise while I’m home on very short breaks. 

Tomorrow is another early morning so I’ll say adios, au revoir, buona notte… good night!