Moving

I have 2 or 3 minutes-literally-to spend on a little update. We've moved. We love our new house. Moving was the core of mayhem...I guess that's what happens when you've been somewhere for 20 years and have to transfer everything. My room smelt like teenage boy, Mike and I shampooed the carpet, it didn't dry properly, I had to rip it out, and now we get to put laminate in once we putty and paint my dark forest green (nearly black) walls. Until then, I'm learning to love the way my bed rolls around, even when I go to sit on it. I have no internet access yet, hence the spotty updates. There's so much more but now I must run. Ciao!

One year later...

*Last Friday night at Bryan's birthday dinner*

There are better pics out there (they're just on Mike's camera), but thanks to Joanne for sending this one!

In the midst of all the mayhem and stress happening at the moment, this is my joy. And in the absence of the stress and mayhem, this is my joy. A part of life I chose and choose and I don't have to worry about. A part of life that constantly makes me thankful and grateful to God and in which I am constantly witnessing His handiwork. This is my joy: the gift of the presence of his life in mine and God working in it all.

Mandy

Our family dog, Mandy (a Maltese), had not been doing very well for a couple of days. She had been put on antibiotics but they only seemed to make her worse. Yesterday (Father's Day) I had a teary voicemail on my phone after church letting me know that Dad would be taking her into the vet for 1:30. Mike drove me to my house so I could say my good-bye to our loyal and loving family pooch.

So ends a 15 year long era in my family's life. We are glad to know she isn't suffering-we loved her too much to allow that to go on. But it's Monday morning and she's not sitting at my feet while I type this and, although I know in my brain that this will pass, my heart is feeling a bit of a void.

Look back and count down

A few things have happened:
*4 days since I got this summer's worst burn...so far
*4 days since dinner with Sean and Elina in White Rock
*3 days since we had fun with Mike and Christina
*2 days since Tyler and Caleb's 7th and 5th birthday party
*2 days since I spent some quality time with my friend Sharon over yummy food at Milestone's

A few things are about to happen:
*10 days until I move
*10 days (8 school days) until school's out
*8 days until 1 year
*7 days until Heather and Michelle trek back home
*3 days until the weekend

With the impending end of school and day 1 of my family's 2 day move on the same day-seperated only by lunch-my brain is constantly running. I'm exhausted (mostly recovering from missed melatonin on Friday night) and my brain won't shut-off making falling asleep more difficult. These are not bad things by any stretch of the imagination-school's going to be out and I am severely excited to move-my brain is just in overload and won't let me get a moment's rest! But on that note, I'm sure I should be packing or calling someone to change an address or something of that nature.

All the colors mix together to grey

So, in the midst of all this beautiful weather we're having, I go and break my baby toe on my left foot Friday morning. It's a lame story. I kicked a cardboard box full of stuff (for the move), by accident, while I went to put the ironing board away. I wasn't even moving fast and then I'm seeing stars. It's my first broken bone and I don't even get a good story. Sigh. Now it's swollen and the bruise is full of lilac, mauve, plum, mustard, crimson, and little veins of ruby. I'm looking forward to that healing muddle of grey. But the doctor said the pain should be better in 10 days when the bone fragments settle down, until then it's me and Advil. Keep an eye on Mike's blog. We took pictures of my toe last night.

I know it's not a big deal. I'm sure a lot of you have had broken toes. I'm just lamenting the fact that I wasn't doing something more excting at the time...like riding a rhinoceros.