State of Jefferson

Judd and I starting hearing about Jefferson on Day 1 (seven days ago.)  I thought maybe it was the county name until we looked it up.  Some cars had a license plate frame that said State of Jefferson and we ignored it.  Then a work mate of Judd gave him the low down: back in 1941, it was proposed that part of northern California and Southern Oregon merge to become the 49th state called Jefferson.  Then Pearl Harbor happened and spoiled their plans.  But to this day, some folks in this area still wish they were part of this mythical state. I'm going to reserve my decision until I've met some Jeffersonians. Learn more here:

https://oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/state_of_jefferson/#.WZnEh5OGOT8

U-haul came through in the nick of time and we picked up our U-box yesterday in Medford (15 minutes away.)  That means work clothes and shoes in time for tomorrow's start date. We spent only 2 hours emptying the crate after a 30 minute scavenger hunt looking for someone in town with a crescent wrench so we could open it.  We had pad locked it in China and had our key, but someone at the Augusta U-haul had bolted it shut for good measure.  Our tool box, packed in Maine, was safe inside the U-box. But Jamie at the gas station loaned us her wrench and we calmed down. The real chore was unpacking the 'OPEN FIRST' boxes and finding a new home for each item. This 1880 house has unusual cupboards and makeshift closets but we do have an extra room upstairs, although about 50% is unusable because it is mostly under the eaves. Good for hobbits or house elves, bad for Judd and me. We also did some furniture shopping so we'd have somewhere to put our TV and school books.  Our house went from sparse to replete in just 24 hours. Thank goodness for thrift stores and Fred Meyer.