Wednesday, February 4, 2009

In which I thank her

Dear Sandy,

Thank you so much for flying to LA to drive across the southwest with me.  I really appreciate you helping pack my suitcases, running to Target with me at 9:30 pm to buy another suitcase, for talking me out of the suitcase, talking me into space saving bags, packing my clothes and then talking me down so I could sleep.

Thanks for waking up at 6 am, cleaning out my fridge, packing my car so brilliantly  and then helping me carry my mattress across the street.  Thanks for folding yourself into my tiny, fully packed car and keeping me company with good humor and so much patience.  

Thanks for the hospitality of you and your lovely family when we finally reached Albuquerque.  Thanks for taking me to Target to buy that suitcase we so easily dismissed on the first night.  Thanks for helping me pack my suitcases and the car again.  Thanks for telling me to keep everything I'd use in one suitcase so that I wouldn't have to take all the stuff out of the car over and over again.  

I couldn't have done this trip without you.  



P.S. Do you happen to know where my red flats are? 

P.P.S.  And also, can you come here and help me re-pack my suitcases and my car?

1 comment:

  1. Dear Liz,
    your red flats are in the red suitcase (see the symetry of that?). Good luck with the suitcases - maybe you should buy a trunk this time?!
    Love, Sandy