When we were getting our pedicures, we noticed something: a woman was doing something called 'eyelash extensions' and she was booked solid. Her client was in some sort of reclining chair so the stylist could sit in a regular chair and work right over the woman's face; it reminded me of the way the dentist reclines patients and works right over their mouths. Laura had heard of these before. They are very popular and people pay $250 to have them put on. After the nail salon, we ran into Caro by the beauty supply store. She and Dan were moving that day, and Dan told her to stay away until the movers were finished loading everything. She said she had put on eyelash extensions for her wedding. They last about 6 - 8 weeks.
Laura still hadn't received a date for her state boards and the school was calling Sacramento every day to find out when she was scheduled. That meant she was probably going to have a long period of waiting time before her appointment with them. We made some calls and enrolled her in a class to learn how to do these eyelash extensions. We were set for Monday in San Diego. We would need to go down on Sunday evening and stay in a hotel because driving there from LA on a Monday morning was out of the question. We would need a place that accepted dogs, and I would need to come to the class at 2:15 to be her model.
We spent Saturday and Sunday doing a lot of work on packing Bill's personal possessions. I laid objects out on my bed that I had covered with a light-colored sheet or on a dining table I had covered with a white sheet. Each time I spread out items so they could be easily identified. I wrote the box number on an index card and put the card in the photo as well. After I took the photos, I wrote the inventory on the back of the index card, and then I would go to the computer and type the information into a word doc. Finally I would pack the items into their box, write the box number on it, and stack it out by the laundry room. The boxes were mounting, and I was still on our bed and bath. Did the judge realize that my driveway alone was evocative of Sanford and Son? Did he have any idea how much work he had created for me? (I later asked my brother's wife how long it would take her to pack up my brother's personal possessions if a judge ordered. She said a couple of hours.) I also had to inventory the items we had set aside for a yard sale we had originally planned for June 5. I had hoped Bill would give me the go-ahead to have the sale and I would give him half the proceeds.
By Sunday we were all in the car with the three dogs. As we walked out the door at 7pm, I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me. I suddenly wanted to crawl into bed, close my eyes and go to sleep. But our ride had just begun. Laura did the driving, and when we got to the Travelodge, I got under the covers and don't remember anything that happened until the next morning.
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