He’s Back!

In the three years I have known Mr. Trizzle, I have helped him move five times.  And I wasn’t even around every time he moved.  That’s a lot of moving!  Luckily for Mr. Trizzle’s very nice friends, he doesn’t have a lot of stuff.  He also takes people out for breakfast/lunch/dinner when they help him, so it’s a fun time.

This past weekend, The Legend, Berkeley-Boy, B-B’s girl and I helped Mr. Trizzle move back to the Yay.  We were all pretty happy he’s come back.  We’ve missed him!

For those who don’t remember, Mr. Trizzle moved to Merced in November for a new job.  Well, now he’s got another new job.  Sort of.  It’s actually his old job, but this time it’s real, not liable to disappear any day.  He is so happy to be back.

I’m a little sad, in a way.  I liked Merced.  It reminded me of home, at least more than the Yay does.  The houses were still way too big for their lots and only a foot or two away from each other.  But, the streets were wide, with abundant parking.  There was grass all over the place and sidewalks big enough for two people to walk next to each other.  Bumper stickers were friendly; people were friendly.  You could go out and it would just be chill, no pretentions, no guest lists, no cover charges.   And there were seasons.  Cold enough in Winter to actually need an ice scraper.  Hot enough in Summer to wear a sun dress – or so I’m told, Mr. Trizzle wasn’t there for summer.  I think I’m going to miss Merced, probably more than Mr. Trizzle.

But, it is good to have Mr. Trizzle back in the area.  His mom’s happy.  I’m happy.  B-B and The Legend are happy.  But no one, no one’s as happy as Mr. Trizzle himself.