Tomorrow I move into Ferguson, a sleepy and small town on the outskirts of St. Louis. A woman who I will call Gloria needs someone to mow her lawn a couple of times a week and someone to give her rides to her many medical appointments and errands. Unfortunately Gloria has bone cancer and it’s moved up into her brain so she’s not allowed to drive. She told me that when she goes it will be in an instant and if she’s on the highway going 70 miles an hour she doesn’t want to take a bunch of people out with her. That’s very considerate of her, I don’t know if I would be as thoughtful.
In exchange for my work, Gloria will provide room and board. I’m just glad that someone can use the one thing that I’m good at and enjoy, driving.
Gloria is an excellent woman and seems sharp as a tack. She has a little GMC conversion van, which she told me she used to love to take all over the country, camping, caving and smoking pot.
One quick look at the inside of my car and Gloria told me she will teach me to efficiently pack a car. Gloria 1, Jeff 0.
Even though I won’t start staying there until tomorrow, I told her I should mow the lawn today because it’s going to rain. It’s sunny and warm so I was dripping with sweat while pushing that mower back and forth. Gloria came out and said that it’s good exercise for me, maybe I’ll start to lose the spare tire. Gloria 2, Jeff 0.

UPDATE: I should have mentioned this is for a few weeks. Still on my road trip and the plan is to move back to NY, unless I meet a handsome billionaire rancher in Wyoming.

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