I’ve emailed the CG training center to find out what to do about Anoreth’s stuff. DP can take a box up to Cape May when he drives up there, if they’ll ship it out to Seattle, but we don’t know if they will. He thinks they’ll transport her goods from our house to Seattle, because the Air Force moved some of his stuff from his mother’s house to San Antonio - thirty years ago - but I don’t plan to rely on that. (He seems to think everything in the military, no matter which service, no matter how long it’s been, is exactly like his specific experience.)
As a last option, I can mail things to her when she gets to Seattle. It’ll take longer, but she’s not going to die without her books and art supplies and iPod.
Anyway, I assume the “any other questions?” contact person will get back to me eventually. I suppose I can send the underwear and iPod up with DP, no matter what, since it will fit in her duffle bag if that’s all she’s allowed to take.
I’ll do the ice cream quiz later. I put Frank down on his stomach to see if he would burp, but instead, he put his fingers in his mouth and went to sleep. I think that means it’s nap time!