Bringing Eve Home Part 2 and I Am Stuck in Everyone's Spam Folders

 For some reason it seems like I'm having a harder time than usual commenting on people's blogs and having the comment disappear - the ether? The spam folder? Dunno. Just don't think I'm ignoring you, because like Julie, I might have six comment stuck in your spam folder.

So Tuesday morning we drove down to Eve's place (we stay at a hotel on 'the mountain' (Hamilton escarpment) - when I was at Mac if we wanted to go to a mall or movie on The Mountain we had to take a bus and it took an hour and a half. Driving time from the hotel to Eve's house? 13 minutes). She had packed some stuff but her bed was covered with clothes and makeup and other things, so we loaded some bins and furniture into the van to drive to the storage place in Dundas, about twenty minutes away.

The storage place lady was really nice. There were Skittles and Starburst candies in a tray on the counter, and Eve pretended to steal some even though they were free (she was having a very anxious day).

The instructions for getting to our locker were very slightly complicated, just enough that it took us a few tries to get it right, which of course was hilarious.

Creepy murder storage locker family selfie:

Look! House number and (randomly assigned) locker number!

We had to go to Canadian Tire to get a lock. It had gotten crazy windy, and as we were leaving Canadian Tire a gust of wind smacked us (and swept some dirt from plant pots against my bare shins) so hard I yelped. 

We went back to the house. Matt had to go do a call. Eve said she wanted me to go away so she could organize the stuff on her bed. I had to push gently because at this point 'organizing' really meant 'packing', and there was going to be no perfect way to do that. I just started packing stuff while asking her what went together, and by the time the bed was cleared off she felt much better and apologized and said she was just overwhelmed, which was completely understandable. 

Matt came back and we dismantled the bed and got the mattress out and on the van roof. With the wind the way it was we were a bit afraid we would create a flying projectile, which resulted in Matt way over-securing it and being annoyed at how long it took to get back off.

After we dropped the second load at the storage locker, Matt and I went back to the hotel, he did a work call and I showered and changed, and we went back and pickup up Eve to have dinner with Jean, my professor who is now her professor. I forgot to take a picture, but we had a really nice dinner - Jean had been bummed that Eve was not going to be back in Hamilton for at least a year and now was very happy to hear she'd be back in the fall.

We went back to the house so I could give all the girls the t-shirts I had had made. A lot of the parties they went to were themed - bring and dress like your favourite stuffie, Bridgerton (they dressed up and took jello shots out of tiny teacups, don't @ me about the sex stuff, it's university, I'm sure somebody was getting railed) etc. One was Costco-themed, and Zoe made them these labels, with references pertinent to everyone in the house and the Arts and Science program in general:

I thought they were perfect, and I have a local woman who is amazing at putting pretty much anything on a t-shirt.

The results were gratifying.

Nearly done!