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PAGE A4 Speaking of which, just as I had turned to Beth and smugly proclaimed the good ship was all loaded up and ready to launch, threeâ€"yearâ€"old Jordan strolled by "Finished packing, Dad?"" "Yes, son, too bad you weren‘t around to see a real artist at work. A truly professional job of packing if ever I saw one." "Where‘s my bicycle?" ‘Well uh, oh, you wanted to take your bicycle?" "And Drew wants to take the red wagon, he told me." "Jordan, Drew doesn‘t speak yet." "Better pack the red wagon, Rick," interjected Beth, "or he just might start." "HE DOESN‘T NEED HIS WAGON, HE HAS THE STROLLâ€" ER RIGHT OVER THERE, THAT WILL BE ENOUGH FOR THREE DAYS." ‘"Why stroller over there, Dad, why not in car?" Artrgh. I‘d lost my touch, in front of an audience, vet. "You‘re not going to tell that boring éldr&vo?-;&%rerr;;ou were a kid and used to bounce up and down on the bedding in the backseat, are you?" ble "Uh, well no, no, of course not. But you do have to make sure that however you pack things, the spare tire remains accessiâ€" "Get serious, after you pack this stuff in, the spare tire will be nothing more than a rumor." "Well, we do have a bit more than last time." "Last time we packed for less than 24 hours, Rick." "OK, well, just let‘s make sure the things we may need in an emergency are close to the top of the trunk." ‘What‘s that mean, the diapers and your golf clubs?" And so it went on. I proceeded to square up and fill open areas, saving the flexible items for last, tucking in here, jamming over there, slding items inside other items. We don‘t have a roof rack, but I also used every nook and cranny in the backseat of the car, leaving just enough room for sons 1 and 1A. So there I was, last Friday night, ready to conduct a clinic for anyone in my family willing to listen. Beth was the only taker, and that only after the promise of a Dairy Queen Now, Beth, it does appear that there‘s a lot of stuff here, but that‘s OK, just watch the magician make it disappear .‘ "Good, [‘ll just drop everything at the trunk of the car and you can go to it." No problem." Actually, I had lots of guidance in this "packing up for the cottage ‘ routine. Years ago when the Campbell kids were really kids, Mom would find the most ingenious ways of transferring all our worldly possessions from house to 61 Pontiac for our annual two weeks up north. The suitcases and cooler would be packed in first, then the flexible items like pillows, jackets etc. around them. The fishing poles went paralle! to the trunk edge, the playpen and stroller on the roof rack, and all the bedding on the back seat, where we would bounce up and down on it when we weren‘t asking our parents if we were there vet Ever since he purchased his new wheels! last winter, I jokingly accuse my father of driving a car big enough to be reâ€" named the Queen Mary. "Have no fear," I boasted. "I‘m the expert at this, I‘ve moved more people than my lower back cares to remember, I‘ve packed my brother off to school, I once moved a â€" roomful of furniture and a fiveâ€"foot rubber plant in a Datsun 510. I simply have this incredible knack for sizing up spaces and making maximum use of them." "You know," pointed out Beth as we talked about planning the trip, "it‘s going to be nearly impossible to fit everything we need into the trunk. You‘ll have your golf clubs, we‘ll need the stroller, our suitcases, the sleeping bag." Last weekend, I only wish I had the trunk space that car affords. The Campbell clan was about to embark on a miniâ€"vacation â€" not the fullâ€"blown ones it seems everyone else around here takes â€" but a threeâ€"day R & R session in Haliburton. Waterioo Chronicle Second Class Mail Registration Number 5540 Published every Wednesday by The Fairway Group Incorporated 215 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont. August 7, 1991 Packing the car is not a job to be taken lightly aoAL â€" tÂ¥X1, 7 (EUOUA _ (Auh 3 ,d4U0MQAq q OO4AJ eÂ¥y Amatencdo cubonicte, Weunesbay cuater? ts1 _ * THAT‘S LIFE , yet ‘I â€" 473 Albert St., Waterloo g + 50 Westmount Rd. N., Waterloo * _ Lenaen pEACHES ‘ pSroducl ot Canada or U SA no. 1 grade ’kgm‘ n 49 :‘-‘ 9 NORD\CA CL,C)VER COTTAGE LEAF eA MON or TUNA PEACHES mEpUM Eveet ols vâ€"-" tresnly ground