Spatial Relations

You know I've been cleaning out my garage. Moving treasures into storage. So I have room for more treasures.

To do this I borrowed my dad's pick-up.

This morning, when I packed my first load, I was a spatial relations rock star. My color-coordinated boxes were perfectly lined up and neatly stacked. I drove the back roads. Nice and slow. Keeping a careful eye out to make sure nothing blew out.

Third load, different story. Ran out of boxes and colored duct tape. Stacks, ha! Fortunately there were only a couple of cars that had to swerve to avoid my $^*# taking flight out of the back of the truck.

Hallelujah! I can see concrete.


: )
Corky