Last week we had the weirdest ‘away’ weekend. Lloyd has/had been sick since the Sunday before, but on Thursday he said, “I need to go look at some stuff at an auction in Iowa. Do you want to go? Do you want to see if your sister can meet us?” I looked at his coughing, sniffing face and said, “What?”
It was a comedy of errors. I couldn’t contact Keren until later, and it was all up in the air. They bought a camper a while ago and we’d often said we should meet up for camping, but this was all last-minute and arranging for a campground where Lloyd and I could be in a cabin was too difficult and weird, so at 8:00 Friday night, Lloyd and I booked a house in Cedar Falls. (I never got the name right. I thought we were going to Clear Lake. Every town in Iowa has two names. Bear Lake. Clear Falls. Clear Bear…..)
Saturday morning, I drove His Grossness five hours east. We got to the house where he pretty much just stayed in bed in the basement. It was awesome seeing Keren and Kurt, and on Sunday, Lloyd was well ‘enough’ to do his auction things. Here’s a brief tour of the house, minus the basement. (Click HERE for more photos.)
It was the town high school’s building. They were landlocked, so they built a new school near the edge of of town and sold this one to a small Christian school. They purchased all new stuff for their new building, so this was all up for sale. Lincoln Lutheran was interested in some of it, so Lloyd was the scout. He traveled the place quickly with his Clipboard of Interesting Things, and I followed the 6,948 step behind him. (Not a lie.) Keren and Kurt looked around for a little while, then went back home. Here’s an automated video of the place, and Lloyd in his natural habitat. Sorry for the camera swinging around all over. (Also, the last photo is of my coat-carrying skills. The weather was cold and rainy, but it was hot inside the school, so we took off our coats. I dug through all the cabinets looking for a string bag to carry them, but no dice. I wound up with Lloyd’s coat tied around my waist and my own coat stuffed into the back of my sweatshirt. I am truly just a pack mule on these adventures.)
Afterward, I drove His Grossness home until it got dark, then he took over. All in all, a very pleasant weekend, in spite of the hilarious mishaps.
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