I had an awful dream last night.  About The Container.  Yes, THE container.  The one which we spent 72 hours loading 3 weekends ago.  In 95 degree weather.  With no ramp.   Only, in my nightmare, it was about twice the size of the actual one.  I know that many of you were just so sad that you were unable to help out.  And so, I thought I would share the experience with you in photo form.  If you are wondering where I am in all of these pictures, it is not that I was doing less work than the others… so much as it was that I was upholding my important responsibilities as the event’s official photographer.  Yep. Someone had to do it.

Notice how the boxes are arranged floor-to-ceiling? This is how the whole thing was packed. Boxes and boxes of books, textbooks,  encyclopedias, computers, monitors, furniture, appliances… I think that I gained about 15 lbs of arm muscle that weekend.

The red team swiping (Swiper! No swiping, Swiper!) ice cream from the ice cream man as he rolls by.

The last item to be loaded…

Done! At least… for this year…

Random Photo of Brendan and “Grandpa.” Hahahaha!! Grandpa!  Hohohoho! Gets me every time… >:]  He can talk now!  Kind of… sort of… If you know what to listen for… If you are smart.  Like me. >:]