This morning dad and I went to the laundromat and got our laundry done. While we were waiting for it, we sat out in his car and listened to "Prarie Home Journal". I'd heard of the program before but had never actually heard it. Parts of it were very funny, but um,, other parts were well, lame.

It took awhile once we got back to get motivated to actually start packing. Once I got going though, I got quite a bit done. Dad was moving a bit slower (to put it nicely). About 4 or so my mom called and asked me to meet her and her fiance at a halfway point to get the gate openers and garage opener. I was slightly annoyed because I was just hitting my stride with packing - but knew we couldn't get in the house without the openers.

When I got back I made supper for dad and I while he carried down all the boxes we'd packed to his Jimmy to take to the house.

He attempted to find a couple guys to help him move the big stuff tomorrow, but had no luck. He asked me to keep trying after he left. I did, and no luck. But I did get ahold of Todd, and he said they could come, but a little later than 10, and that they would have his youngest daughter with them. I never met his girls while we were dating, but I heard enough about them that I feel like I know them without seeing them.

Oh, almost forgot! Scott emailed me this morning about one of the people in the singles group in NE offering to split the cost of renting a house in a town about 15 miles out (she owns the house). I wrote him back (Monkey had woken me up begging for food) that I wanted to know more. I'd just crawled back into bed when he called. From what he told me, I'm not sure if the house is going to work or not. But in many ways I wish it could. I'm just worried about what would happen in the middle of winter and a major snowstorm hits - the town where this house is would be amoungst the last places the snowplows would visit. Also, the only kind of internet I could get there would be dial-up, because they don't even get cable. I *do* however really relish the idea of living out in the country in a house with a front porch and a front porch swing and a basement with a laundry area.

*Warning: Possible TMI*
I've always had a pretty strong stomach - that's probably what makes it possible for me to ride any rollercoaster man's imagination can come up with -- but sometimes when you're feeling queasy, like I have been, it would be nice to NOT have a strong stomach, and just be able to release some of it with the expectation of maybe feeling better. I'm also just feeling SO tired. Not a good way to be feeling when you're supposed to be packing and moving. Maybe its just stress and nerves playing havoc with me. Hopefully by the time this weekend rolls around and I go to Pathways I'll be feeling more myself.

I was thinking about going to a fireworks display tonight in the Botanical Gardens, but just didn't feel like going by myself. I really need to call Tammy and let her know what all is going on. Maybe I can go early for the PW weekend and spend a few hours with her and the kids - that always makes me feel tons better - and she gives me good perspective.

Well, better sign off. The dishes in the kitchen won't pack themselves. I hate packing!!!!!

Laura