Hook' em Homeless

In lieu of some minor details, which I will explain further on in this post Drew and I had one of the best weekends. The fact that I had a four day weekend might have played into this a bit, but the Natives needed to celebrate their traditional doings and I, selfishly, benefited from their feast days. And, to my further benefit was able to attend the Pueblo Feast Days and see the rich culture that a large majority of my students have grown within. There were traditional dances, great indigenous foods, and beautiful pottery on display, and of course that I bought. Every family leaves their door open and spends days preparing a feast for you to enjoy at your own will. They were so welcoming.
Then Drew, myself, and some of my fellow teachers celebrated the Horns game by attending a corn hole tournament. My partner was rumored to be awesome and I ended up carrying our team to the semi-finals, who would have thought? Drew, the much more versed corn-holer, was paired up with Amy, the middle-aged, non-competitive, but fun, woman. Needless to say, they were booted out pretty quickly. We made a lot of new friends and grew closer to my fellow teachers and their prospective love partners. It was a blast. After a few too many swigs of beverage, we headed to hear my student play some music at a local sports bar. It was a great weekend, which was much needed, considering the next few days of obscurity were a lot to handle.
Today ends our four day binge of homelessness. Despite the negative connotations, the disorganization, and the lack of having any sort of safe haven, we survived and thrived through a great weekend. That was until last night when I needed, we needed, to be tip top dressed and refreshed for school and work and ended up in our car, because the propane detector in the trailer was going off due to a low battery. Whew. I am at school now and feeling the pain of automobile bumming. The great thing about it is, the first sip of scotch and the first hints of sunset will erase all recollections of pain and misery. We move to our new trailer park today and we look forward to 360 views of the mountains. We also just look forward to having a home, again. Who knew nomadic life would have such challenges?