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My eyes search around for that one person who can save me from this horrid tower. My eyes settle on two slate colored eyes peering from behind a blue mound. Could that be him?
"Mama, can I take my ribbit on the airplane? And my bink?", says a dwarf like being.
"Yes sweetheart, but right now we need to pack your toys for Grandpa to bring to WA.", I state in a weary voice.
My daydreams have been interrupted. I feel more like Cinderella...or maybe Boxerella is more appropriate. Broken down cardboard begs to be assembled and toys are vying for their sports in the minimal travel compartments.
Who would have thought that packing the necessities would be so difficult? So many choices. Yes, the rest of our stuff will arrive in about 5 months, but that's a long time.
Time to get back to the hundreds of books anxious to find their place in a classroom full of eager readers...and a cardboard house that will deliver them to their destination. Back...hang in there, hands...get to work, mind....focus on the task at hand. The end is near.