Alisha is preparing to hit the road tomorrow for her 3,800 mile drive to Washington, DC via San Francisco, Phoenix, Tucson, New Orleans and Atlanta, with her Mom along in the right seat for the Phoenix / Atlanta portion. This was a compromise to help get through the endless scrub brush of Texas.
Of course packing her car was a bit of an experience. Her apartment bedroom in DC is 6 feet, 10 inches by 11 feet, 8 inches. If you know Alisha the biggest challenge will be to find enough space for clothing and shoes. Shoes are an entirely different category, although one could argue that bodily coverings of any sort are "clothes". Alisha takes shoe acquisition, display and storage to a level seldom seen in this hemisphere.
Nothing in my 58 years of experience has prepared me for the task of packing a small hatchback sedan with so much of life's flotsam. When I was in the mining business we made money when we could move tremendous quantities of rock quickly to our crushing plants and we used really big equipment to get the job done. We are a bit more limited by Alisha sensitivities toward the environment because she will not consider owning a Suburban or equivalent land yacht. She does like to borrow mine occasionally as long as I fill the tank, and it would be really useful for this trip, but she has declined the offer.
So, I suppose, as is normal, that I have absolutely no control or say in any of this and that my job is simply to help let loose the lines when she wants to go somewhere and hold my tongue about the acquisition and storage of "stuff" lest someone inventories my own belongings. We were able to get 99% of everything into the little car for her departure in the morning and that will just have to be good enough for now.
