Well, the excitement may have fizzled a bit...
We are in the final stretch, the last hurrah, the end of our world as we know it, or something like that. And it is hard. We are ready to move. Our hosts are having some extended family health issues and are spending their days at the hospital. They are ready for us to go (lovingly of course). We have many many details to work out by Saturday (the day of our move). And I'm just plain sick of working out details. I would appreciate someone to whisk my children away to happy-we-love-your-whiny-kids land, get all my stuff moved out of storage and into my house quickly, cheaply and painlessly, finish all the painting in time and of course pay all my bills. But, this is not going to happen. More likely it will be a juggling game and the main performers are worn out - their arms are tired and the balls are very oddly shaped.
We are tired of asking for help. We are tired of waiting. We are tired of being patient. We are not good at hanging in there because it's almost done. We never have been - I'm seeing that now. Matt & I both like things to work out quickly with no waiting involved.
As soon as I remember to grab my camera before I leave the house for the day - I will take some pictures of the new house. The painting is coming along nicely and the final drywall was going up in the basement today. We aren't sure why, but the rooms down there are getting a nice drywall finish on the ceiling instead of the icky acoustic tiling.
Prayers are appreciated.