Entering Monica's home the first thing that caught my eye were the boxes and boxes of T-shirts. They all needed to be sorted, folded, and repacked into storage bins by size (which we didn't have yet). As Janeane grabbed a shirt I shrieked "Stop". They have to be folded in a specific way, the "Monica" way. And when I tried, to my amazement, finally, after three years, my best was correct. Janeane is still in the struggling stage, "How are you getting them so small? Why can't I do it?". It's her first time, it will come. We folded and sorted for hours, making neat piles all over the living room. Next up were the press packages. Shiny red bags needed to be filled. We quickly realized the fastest way would be for one to gather and the other to stuff. This also took hours.
In the meanwhile, Monica's in and out of the room, working on all the various things that need to be done before we go.Family and friends, including all the grand babies, were in and out of the house. Press arrived to take pictures and get an interview. Caison chaos was in full out mode and at the same time she's also preparing us a home cooked delicious dinner (even though Someone bought the wrong type of potatoes and she was unhappy with how they were frying).
After dinner it was time to go to the storage unit and pick up everything else. We needed to take 2 vehicles and I get the privilege of driving Monica's truck, since there is no way I'm driving a 15 person van. I normally drive a tiny sports car and it's nighttime, and I quickly realize you can't see out the back window since they're are dog crates in the back. Janeane jumps in with me for moral support and off we go. I followed Monica through road work and lane closures hoping for the best. We get back and all the shirt bins are full and not organized so we start over with our piles. At one point Janeane laid down on the floor and I thought she was toast since she had gotten up at 3am to get to the airport that morning. But she regrouped. Finally, everything is ready and we look around the living room at all the bins, boxes and containers wondering how we are ever going to fit it all in the van. We were supposed to load that night but tiredness got the better of us. It's past midnight and I know there's more Monica needs to do, there always is, but I really thought we were close. Janeane heads to bed about 1 and Monica and I sit down to do the tour map book. It probably took twice as long as it should to mapquest all the locations, print them out and put them in the book. Tiredness led to confusion led to reprints and skipped pages and computer and printer mishaps but we were finally finished around 3:30am.
5:30am the alarm goes off and I am wide awake. I thought packing the van was going to be difficult but I've watched Harlan the last few years and was able to do it by myself. When Monica came out at one point with a shower cap on because she was dying her hair I almost lost it, but we still managed were to get on the road early.
Elisa
In the meanwhile, Monica's in and out of the room, working on all the various things that need to be done before we go.Family and friends, including all the grand babies, were in and out of the house. Press arrived to take pictures and get an interview. Caison chaos was in full out mode and at the same time she's also preparing us a home cooked delicious dinner (even though Someone bought the wrong type of potatoes and she was unhappy with how they were frying).
After dinner it was time to go to the storage unit and pick up everything else. We needed to take 2 vehicles and I get the privilege of driving Monica's truck, since there is no way I'm driving a 15 person van. I normally drive a tiny sports car and it's nighttime, and I quickly realize you can't see out the back window since they're are dog crates in the back. Janeane jumps in with me for moral support and off we go. I followed Monica through road work and lane closures hoping for the best. We get back and all the shirt bins are full and not organized so we start over with our piles. At one point Janeane laid down on the floor and I thought she was toast since she had gotten up at 3am to get to the airport that morning. But she regrouped. Finally, everything is ready and we look around the living room at all the bins, boxes and containers wondering how we are ever going to fit it all in the van. We were supposed to load that night but tiredness got the better of us. It's past midnight and I know there's more Monica needs to do, there always is, but I really thought we were close. Janeane heads to bed about 1 and Monica and I sit down to do the tour map book. It probably took twice as long as it should to mapquest all the locations, print them out and put them in the book. Tiredness led to confusion led to reprints and skipped pages and computer and printer mishaps but we were finally finished around 3:30am.
5:30am the alarm goes off and I am wide awake. I thought packing the van was going to be difficult but I've watched Harlan the last few years and was able to do it by myself. When Monica came out at one point with a shower cap on because she was dying her hair I almost lost it, but we still managed were to get on the road early.
Elisa
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