Teto Jackson & Monkeys Fly at Dawn

OK--(stands for all correct (oll korrect), actually a sort of journalistic "joke" from the 1830's) I guess it is time to explain the "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" title. I have this great best friend (and I don't use that title lightly--I probably only have five TRUE 'bffs' as the kids would say) who has been teaching with me for many years and we have been through much together--both bad and good. Sometimes the bad was pretty much dominant. Actually it was dominant for many a year. It was laugh or cry times, folks. So we laughed instead. Seemed like the thing to do. Anyway--I'll call this BFF of mine Teto*. Teto Jackson. So, Teto and I both had some hard times with marriages and "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" was just one of those times. As it were in my first marriage, the time came to cut the losses and move on from a really bad situation. My BFF KimKim* and I had to make a plan. It involved some sneaking and short lunch breaks and the borrowing of KimKim's Pop's truck over lunch (and some wrangling to get out of school at that time and KimKim off of work) and packing and loading as fast a humanly possible and a quick drop off of the said items (during a rainstorm!) no less. We were careful, of course, to NOT be so trite and petty as to mess any of the stuff up. (Although KimKim was all for it.) So, as they say, That was That. During the "sneaky weasel" time while we planned the perfect moment, KimKim began to call the operation "Monkeys Fly At Dawn." We discussed often when the monkeys would actually fly (KK herself had pulled off this particular operation herself) and had begun to despair that it ever would. Perfect moments do occur sometimes, though, and this moment eventually showed up. Pair that with a friend who could install dead bolt locks and "You're In Business!" As luck would have it, it had not been long since KimKim and I had loaded all of my ex-husband's stuff up and hauled it off to his momma's porch that Teto needed to do the same. However, she was somewhat reluctant and her situation (mine being desertion and hers being intimidation and abuse) was more dire. Threats had been made and stalking had taken place. You get the picture. However, Teto's ex-husband (we'll call him Lucifer) had even left his old flea-ridden and mouse infested couch and loveseat in her house! He had moved out NOTHING where my ex hadn't really lived with me in a couple of years (except to come home on the occasional fortnight to sleep). I'm talking tools, hunting gear, equipment, clothes, trash, crap, kitchen appliances, and yes, an old '79 Camero in the yard. He was living across town with a buddy and so our "Monkeys Fly At Dawn Operation II" was kind of scary. First we had to procure the truck (Teto's friend Lilly* had one) and after that we had to find the perfect moment. Perfect moment when Lucifer and his buddy would be gone. THEN we had to get off of work. This was no small feat because, as you know, Teto and I both taught high school and Lilly was a substitute teacher! So, we chose a day that we had teacher inservice in the afternoon and we just didn't go back. (Being from a small town and Teto living across from the school and all probably didn't leave much question in the minds of the powers that be as to what we were doing and where we were.) I don't remember if we got docked or not, but we probably did. It took much longer and was much more work that we thought it would be. It was worth it. What was really worth it was Lucifer's FIT!!!! He accused Teto of ruining his "fine" things and not placing correct value on his "vintage" Camero! (with no wheels) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA You HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! It was by far the finest "Monkey Dawn" moment I've ever had. So, the title of my book is going to be "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" and you are the first to know, my friend.
*names changed to protect the innocent or just plain crazy people.