Are you enjoying my very sloooow telling of the 104 MoN? :)
I arrived at my Mom's at around 10ish, put Spark to bed, and then received this text from Normie.
Cable Guy Reference? Check. Tipsy Normie? Check. Considerate text so as not to wake up the baby? Check.
Once Normie arrived -- we quickly got to work.
No self-respecting ride in teeny-tiny-circles forgets the undeniable goodness of tortilla wrapped spicy sausage goodness. I had already convinced my mom to brown the sausage and make the eggs. All I had to do was add cheese, hot sauce, and wrap 'em. My mom exclaimed, "now don't go gettin' all crazy with the cheese!" In her defense...it was 11 p.m. and I was making 6 breakfast burritos in her kitchen.
Let's back up a second. I had called my mom the night before (Thursday) and told her I needed her help making a large novelty check to fill out with the final amount donated to HBomb. She had picked up some foam board, but hadn't done anything with it.
Once the burritos were wrapped and refrigerated, Normie and I began our charm campaign to convince my mom to use her artistic skills to make a fun ginormous check. I had one of my own checks for a model (damn, I'm organized!). After some routing number debate, Magazeta went to work.
Some of crap was in the backpack I brought with me (bike lights, water bottle, binder with donations, laminated sentence stems for the white board, and shoes) and some was in a bag that Mr. Smitty had delivered to DSM over a month before (shorts, leg warmers, tights, arm warmers, thicker arm warmers, helmet, jersey, shoe covers, etc.). I dumped it all out in the living room and tried to organize it into different piles. One to go in Normie's car overnight (I wanted to save as much time in the morning), one for things that I needed the next morning, one for Spark's stuff (she was rotating between two grandparents' houses and would need some essentials), and one pile of my stuff to be left at my Mom's house. As you can probably guess, that process was not quick. I finally finished around midnight and had a series of plastic grocery bags lined up in my Mom's living room.
You haven't heard the story yet on Normie's blog -- but her bike had some issues after being transported to RAGBRAI. We didn't want that to happen, so we tried to carefully load the bikes and involved lots of towels for padding.
Sleepy (?) Time
Finally. Finally. It was time to hit the hay. Normie slept on the bed in my Mom's basement. I "slept" upstairs on the couch in case Spark woke up (she didn't). I used quotes around "slept" because by the time I laid down, I was wired. I had a hard time settling my brain. I think the last time I looked at the clock was 1 a.m....and my alarm was set to go off early. Very early.
More next time...