We got our house today!

We picked up our key with no problem. I even got everyone's camp gear in order this morning and loaded half the trailer with boxes. I ordered pizza and loaded up the cleaning stuff and headed out to the schoolhouse to help Simon who had already started sanding the basement floor.

So it turns out that there is no water. It's a well and it's not primed or something.

We start sweeping.

Suddenly: "K2 needs Mom, quickly!"

I find him heading for the toilet--no water remember?

"I think I'm going to throw up."

Let's go outside. OK, the sink is close. Phew! made it. But there's still no water and now we have a sick kid. He's happy enough curled up in one of the lawn chairs with a t-shirt for a blanket. An hour later and now the chair needs washing as does the blanket-shirt and the kid himself. I finally start for home after one more episode near the car. He sleeps the whole way. In time he settles down.....'nuff said.

As I start to change my clothes and clean up the bathroom, HBear drives up with the other two kids. She has stepped on a nail while cleaning. In her flip-flops. It seems to be a clean nail and a clean wound but she doesn't know her last tetanus. Off to emerg. she goes with her book and snacks. It's past 9pm by now.

Simon is still sanding as far as I know.

Tomorrow we go at it again.

As our moving date draws closer, our house is looking less liveable and more of just a mess. While my kids and hubby are at camp though I can take control of some moving and thus feel less helpless. But we have to get possession first. I can't say that I love moving.

Ah yes, packing. I wonder if I really need to send a week's worth of clothes with my kids to camp? BTG might wear them. CTM probably won't.

A whole week by myself. I had planned this week way back in February as my school planning week for Fall. I had also looked forward to spending my breaks from planning wandering down the street to visit the shops, perhaps taking my laptop to the coffee shop for a while. I still will since it will be my last week with only self-imposed pressures of time constraints for a long time. And I had looked forward to the urban-ness of a week by myself living on the edge of downtown. It will be a good week.

The new house is in the country. Lots of room to run and grow a garden. But no funky coffee shops.

Our new house. It's official although we feel somewhat uneasy still--it's been a long road. But the sign says sold so it must be true. We move the beginning of July.

Already we sense a problem.....

Has not someone once said, "who has seen the wind?"

Ken and Molly with new cygnets. The pride of the town.

You know when you read a letter from people whom you admire that makes you cry because of the intensity, the realness of their words, the inspiration? I just received such a letter. These people have done so much, have worked so hard, have continued on when their dreams got sidetracked. And they aren't done yet! they are looking ahead to what's to come. To how they can continue on in their work. It makes me cry because I know them a little but only recently and yet I can sense the passion and enthusiasm that drives them forward. It makes me cry because I feel that we gave up even though I don't think we did. It makes me cry because I am inspired. We are in the midst of something big but we can't see it. Every now we glimpse a part of it and it takes our breath away and then we keep on keeping on. This letter helps me to keep on. These people inspire me to not give up. To find a way that works. To look away from my assumptions, from how things are done, to something new and bigger than me.