Saturday, February 28, 2015

Oooh, I'm So Envious!

My husband has been concerned in recent months about his weight gain, exhaustion and overall drop in fitness over the past 5 years.  The reasons for all 3 problems are rather obvious:  he is built like his mother's side of the family with a middle aged paunch, he is in his 60's but trying to work the same hours and with the same stresses as a man half his age, he has been sitting at a desk in front of a computer, or visiting people in their homes and doing other sedentary tasks required by his job as a priest and only gets any real exercise when he goes hiking or canoeing a couple of times a year because he has not developed the discipline to work an exercise routine into his daily schedule.

BUT since my diagnosis a year and a half ago, he has been growing more and more convinced that he too has diabetes.  His food sensitivity morning "hangovers" experienced occasionally if he has too much starch at bedtime, have been taking on additional symptoms of diabetes, at least in his own mind.  It isn't like him to be any sort of hypochondriac, so I have been somewhat amused at his inability to put the blame on the real source of his problems: lack of discipline to exercise, refusal to watch his diet more closely in the past year and his habit of not being able to take the blame for anything that is wrong with him.  In other words, he is simply a normal middle aged man living in denial about his own health.

Yesterday we decided to put his diabetes theory to the test.  We went out to a pasta house for dinner.  Between his pasta dish with sweet rose sauce, a pint of beer and 1.5 small white bread loaves that he consumed with great relish, we counted a minimum of 10 carbohydrate units in his meal.  As I diabetic I can't have more than 3 at suppertime, maybe 4 if I am able to do an intense workout after the meal.  Last night I had no more than 2.5 carbohydrate units, then came home and did my regular exercise routine.  My husband chose deliberately to have a sleep instead and not exercise at all, so he could continue this deliberate "worst case scenario" for his blood sugar.

We each tested our blood right before we started our meal.  I knew mine was getting too low because we were eating too late into the evening for me after a very busy day unpacking and putting furniture together.  My pre-prandial count: 3.8.  My husband's count: 5.1  2 hours later we tested again.  My post-prandial count: 6.1.  My husband's count: 5.3!!!  He will do a full day of testing tomorrow just to convince him, but my husband is about as diabetic as the broad side of a  barn!  I am happy for him but also happy that he is going to have to stop blaming a disease he doesn't have for the condition he is in. hahahaha

But, oooh it was tempting to be jealous of his blood sugar count. WOW!  I am delighted for him, that is for sure.  However, as of today there will be no more high carb meals like he has been poking down faster than imagineable over the past few months!

Friday, February 27, 2015

Living in Chaos

It has been quite a week!  We pulled out of town for the last time just after lunch on Tuesday.  My husband spent that morning cramming, jamming, wedging, edging, pushing, pulling, forcing our remaining belongings into our small car so we could get the rest of our too many things to the city.  There is still a load of topographical maps and assorted other items sitting in the church basement waiting for his first return service as their Executive Archdeacon.  Fortunately it is a small load of "stuff".

Our trip down was a bit dicey for road conditions.  The second half of the trip included ice covered highway where we slowed to a crawl in order to stay on the road.  In between long stretches of ice were shorter stretches of clear, dry road and about the time we would think there was no more ice, there another few kilometers of it would be, just waiting for the unsuspecting and unprepared drivers to hit it at speeds that would send them spinning off the road and into the median.  Fortunately most of that second half of the trip is divided highway with a very wide median between.  We witnessed a 3/4 ton truck attempting to pass a semi rig while on the ice. They were just ahead of us and as the truck started to pass the semi, the semi spun out and began skidding sideways down the highway, clipping the front end of truck.  That sent the truck out of control and the driver ploughed right into the deep snow in the median, crashed through the drifts and into the oncoming lanes of traffic. Fortunately the oncoming cars were able to get out of the way as he skated between them and no one was hurt.  Vehicle damage was minimal.  It scared us almost as badly as it scared the two drivers involved.  The closer we got to the city the more vehicles we saw in the median, up to the car hoods in snow drifts.  Hopefully there were no serious injuries.  What a way to travel!!  Hope the winter driving will be over in a few weeks, but it has been cold enough here to make us wonder if we aren't in for a very long end to this season.

So now we are living in complete chaos, surrounded still by the mountains of boxes the movers delivered a couple of days ago.  They did a great job, but did have one mishap: one of the fellows fell off the ladder as they were unloading and landed butt first on the main box of my Japanese dishes.  Everything in the box shattered and I am left with only 2 out of 9 sushi plates, 2 out of 6 soba bowls and a couple of small soy dishes.  I should be devastated I suppose, but it was a complete accident and he felt terrible.  We are not requesting reimbursement from the moving company.  The loss of investment is emotional, not financial. I am very sad to lose my favourite dishes, but I am experiencing the freedom of not being angry about the loss....a relatively new experience for me. Usually I fall apart when something is taken from me unexpectedly, but not this time. Perhaps I am growing stronger emotionally.  What a great feeling.

I suspect we would be completely unpacked by now if we had realized just how few storage cupboards this place had.  However, we have had a ton of fun shopping for china cabinets and portable kitchen islands, thermal curtains to keep the draft from the huge windows from freezing us solid right in the suite, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.  Even my husband has gotten into the shopping mode with this wide array of choice compared to our last town of residence.  We have not bothered to track how much we have spent making this old place comfortable for us.  In our entire marriage we have never gone shopping together for 3 days in a row for anything, not even groceries.  I used to see couples shopping together and feel rather envious. Now I too have had the fun of shopping with my husband and enjoying making choices together for our new place.  We have so rarely been able to be in the same city at the same time until the past few years and we are enjoying having the normal daily experiences that most couples take for granted.  It will all end again next week when my husband begins his incredibly busy job, but this week has been almost like a holiday: moving, chaos, shopping and all.  So grateful for all the places that sell various kinds of storage cabinets and bins etc. that make life in a small place comfortable and enjoyable.

Tonight I hung up the first 2 pictures on the walls and used them as part of a small artistic arrangement on one of the stair landings.  That made me feel even more like I actually live here and got my mind off the seemingly interminable mess around me.  Once the rest of the furniture is delivered on Monday, along with the assistance of the phone/internet company tech, we will have everything in place to finish the unpacking and feel like we actually live here. To be honest I all ready do feel that way despite the lack of order and cleanliness, the  mess and the confusion.  Sometimes a person just feels instantly at home in a space and I feel that way here.

The building has some interesting issues, such as the fact that the insulation has never been brought up to code despite major renovations. The basement walls are concrete...that's all, just concrete. There is no insulation, no weeping tile, just concrete.  The cold air rushes in there through the porous cement and the furnace runs constantly. I don't want to see our first natural gas bill, but fortunately there should only be a few more weeks of extreme cold to deal with.  We are in the process of getting thermal curtains hung up to decrease the draft from the windows and my husband is hanging his packing blankets over the basement walls.  In the spring he will do some foam insulating in the worst spots and no one from management here will notice or care, that is for sure.  They have been very good about fixing the other problems in this space but seem to have no clue about how to really make the tenants comfortable and warm.  The management company would never want to spend the money to insulate the over 100 units in this complex but we are very surprised the building inspectors have not forced them to come up to code on this.  Once again....a big difference between one province and the next.  The last place we lived in where we were this cold indoors all the time was in the 1970's....also 1940's army issue housing.  Guess they figured that army wives and children would have to toughen up in order to cope with their husbands being gone elsewhere as international peacekeepers!!

Tomorrow my husband has his second interview at the church where he may be doing the job share part of his new position.  They seem like nice people, and are certainly gifted and keen lay leaders, but not sure how this 1/3 time business is going to actually work out.  Hopefully this entire new job will not overwhelm him and his health issues will not start up again.  In that respect the past 5 years have been marvellous.  I admit I am a bit concerned about this entire venture when it comes to his health.

Time for an early attempt to get to bed and get some sleep....another big day of unpacking tomorrow.  Will it ever end?? hahaha  Will be interested to see how things go here.  At least I was allowed to have my quarterly blood work done prior to finding a new physician. That is a relief....although I don't want to know how much my A1C has risen this past quarter with all the stress and the icky restaurant meals and all the farewell potlucks where I cheated badly and tried to blame it on stress!  Aiii yiiii....

Welcome to our new home!



Monday, February 23, 2015

Move Out Nearly Completed!!

It has been a crazy busy couple of days around here.  Yesterday our emotions survived...barely....TWO farewell services and potlucks, one at each church.  We began and ended our day with goodbye's and it was incredibly difficult.  At each service beautiful prayers were prayed on our behalf, cards and messages presented, gifts in abundance and we now have a wonderful picture of each of our churches to remember them by.  You struggle along in ministry, always wondering if you are really having any impact on anyones' lives and yesterday my husband was presented with an amazing amount of evidence that his ministry here has had some good outcomes for many of the parishioners.  We are humbled.

As has been the case since this new journey in our lives began, every detail of the last of the packing up, the timing of the arrival of the movers this morning (approximately 30 seconds after my husband sealed the final box), the arrival of good seminary friends who pastor in a town not far from here (so sorry they have been in the area only a few months and now we are leaving...sigh...) and the good visit we had together (again perfect timing as they arrived just as the movers put the last load into the truck), going for dinner out and meeting a parishioner there who sneakily paid our tab when we weren't looking, and even still having the tv hooked up this evening so that I could watch my regular Monday evening programme before my husband had to pack it up in readiness for our drive to Regina tomorrow....literally every little detail of this move thus far has worked out down to the minute to provide the best possible outcomes.  Amazing!

But of course, ME of little faith, struggled with hidden tension showing up in the dislocated jaw and dizziness that didn't disappear until my son prayed for me the other night and I woke up the next morning finally free of the pain and disorientation.  Why was I struggling?  Well, after so many times in life where things have not gone so smoothly, where waiting for the "other shoe to drop" turned out to be the best course of action, I think I have actually had trouble believing my own experience of things going the way a person always wants them to go.  haha  How "oatenazy" is that??  Finally things DO go my way and instead of complete gratitude and joy, I end up suspicious and unable to believe the goodness will continue.  Duh....I have to apologize to God for my lack of trust in his ability to provide good things on an ongoing basis.  How sad is that: too afraid to enjoy the lack of stress that has surrounded this move and talking myself subconsciously into not believing that good things would continue to occur.  Sigh...finally things go my way and I am too paranoid to just enjoy the ride.  So, lesson learned!!

We do not have to be in a huge rush to leave in the morning, which is a good thing.  My husband needs to do some more tidying up in the church office and it is going to take at least an hour to pack up the tv, computers and other household items in our little car while I finish the house cleaning.  I have faith my husband will get everything in miracle worker of packing.  The only thing pushing us to get to bed early and regain our strength for an earlier than originally planned work morning, is that after a few marvellous days of warmer and drier weather it is quite possible we will be driving for 5 hours mostly in the freshly falling snow. Morning flurries are to turn into an accummulated snowfall of 5 to 10cm and the highways could be in very bad condition as a result.  I am going to utilize my lessons learned about not being so paranoid when things go well and assume that whatever the road conditions turn out to be, we will arrive safely at our destination.

I think we have learned another good lesson this week: next time we move we are going to hire professional movers to do the job.  They arrived after 10am and had everything padded and packed before 2pm!  I did a Tim Horton's run and got them each their choice of coffee part way through the move, but other than that, I sat on my duff in a room out of their way, reading a book and letting them do all the work.  It was FANTASTIC!!!  They are delivering Wednesday morning to the new place so we have the luxury of taking our time leaving tomorrow.  It is time to just admit we are too danged old to be moving all this "stuff" any more.  That half ton load last week nearly did us in.  Although we are still in pretty good shape strength-wise, we don't have the mental oomph to want to do that ever again.  I paid each of the movers a hefty tip for their work, but it was a pretty small amount in comparison to the gratitude I felt for all they saved me from having to do.

Tomorrow we leave for our next new adventure.  Now that my secret stress has been brought out into the open and dealt with in prayer, the sad farewells have been expressed, hugs exchanged with our wonderful parishioners and the house emptied of all but a car load of belongings, it is time to get on with our new adventures in the Spirit.  I am on the verge of getting excited....finally.....  

Saturday, February 21, 2015

A Few Shut Downs

It is that time in the steps of moving to a new place: time to shut the doors to each room as we have cleaned it out, to shut the lids on the last few boxes for the movers, time to shut down my husband's part of the parish work, time to shut down our internet connection until we arrive at our new home, time to shut down my home cooking operations and time to shut down the accompanying stresses associated with longer distance moves.

My husband has dealt better with this move than any previous moves.  He has utilized his time off and some of his evenings to actually sort his things and pack up. The last minute freak out that always happens as he realizes he forgot to pack one or two major items will be reduced greatly this time around. YAY!  He has only one more major project to complete for the parish before tomorrow and he will get that done fairly soon.

We have to load up the thrift store donations and deliver them this afternoon.  Tomorrow evening we will load up the car and see what we can cram into it so that we can have the other things properly set up for the movers to haul out on Monday.  Changes of address are in, bank accounts are closed out and as of today I have my stress related dizziness under control again. Time to shut down any residual stress that accompanies me on every move and just enjoy the time I have left here.

That blasted dizziness began about 15 years ago after a terrible viral infection that left me so dizzy I couldn't lift my head off the pillow.  I only vaguely remember my husband dragging me out of bed and carrying me on his back to the car, piggy backing me into the local medical clinic where I couldn't sit up long enough to have my blood pressure taken without passing out.  It was terrifying (and embarassing to be piggybacked while wearing my nightgown into a medical facility in full view of neighbours and other patients in our small town).  In less than 24 hours and with the wonderful medication Serc to help it pass, I was fine again but now any sort of flirting with ongoing stress brings it on again to some degree.  After intense prayer the other night the dizziness calmed right down. Last night it threatened to return, so I gave myself permission to shut down the moving process and get into bed at 8:30pm to read a cheap novel and stop thinking about moving.  I woke up  12 hours later, refreshed, NOT dizzy and feeling ready to tackle all we have to do today, but I am not starting anything until mid morning.  First I will shovel the new snowfall off the icy underbase, toss some ice melt willy nilly around the sidewalks and only then will I return to the packing up.

Shutting down the dizziness and stress first makes it easier to complete the packing and shut the lids on the last few boxes.

It will also help us get through our final Sunday of work here:  3 church services, 2 farewell potlucks and a partridge in a pear tree!

Friday, February 20, 2015

Why Would I Want To Go To Your Church?

Someone asked me that question just yesterday.  I was then told, before I could answer, that the person and his young family wouldn't even consider attending, not even once, because the church in question is "full of old people" and "there is no Sunday school".

Well, yes there are a lot of seniors in this particular congregation who are deserving of far more encouraging and true adjectives than simply "old".  Adjectives for our seniors such as "lively", "fun loving", "kind", "kid-friendly", all spring to my mind far more quickly than "old".  Why not attend just one service and discover these amazing people?  

However, we also have some younger people, one family in particular who would be thrilled to have more young families there to support them.  And, when our regular Sunday School teacher has not been available this winter, the mother of this young family has been happy to lead the children in Sunday School.  So, please don't tell me we have no Sunday School.  We do have a teacher or two and a couple of kids to teach.

In other words, please, please, please stop making decisions based on hearsay or your own assumptions that are not based on your own research, on facts.

You want to have your family in a church but there aren't very many kids in Sunday School for them to get to know?  Well, that Sunday School isn't going to grow if you don't bring your kids, is it? You want to have a Sunday School for your kids? Well then, bring them and bring your friends who also have kids.  Churches like ours have all kinds of easy to apply Sunday School curriculums available that are incredibly parent-friendly. In other words, if there doesn't seem to be a Sunday School teacher available then get together with the other parents and kids you have brought to church with you and start your own Sunday School group.  It is how every other Sunday School group in town got started over the decades and now it is your turn to do likewise for your kids.  You say you want your children to learn about God, so why not take charge of that and ensure they are taught by your own participation in the process instead of standing on the sidelines, wringing your hands in despair that there may not be anyone available to do it FOR you.

We all do it. We all want others to do the things we want done rather than get involved and participate in the process ourselves.  I do it.  You do it.  It is natural to want to laze out and hand our jobs as parents over to others.  It is natural to look for excuses to stand on the sidelines and criticize rather than get involved.  

What we are really seeing when we do this is the shallowness of our own hearts.  We want what we want when we want it, but we show our lack of zeal for God when we refuse to ensure our kids receive the spiritual education we claim we want them to have. We want the easy way out and that trumps the importance of offering our own children that pipeline to learning about the God we say we believe in.

I have felt that way myself in times past, when my son was young and we were in churches that didn't have many kids or quality Sunday School programmes.  And so I found myself entertaining toddlers with Bible stories for teeny weeny tots, leading a class for upper elementary aged Junior Church, rehearsing rag tag Sunday School church choirs for the annual Christmas programmes of questionable quality.  I am not particularly gifted in dealing with children, it wasn't something I would have chosen for myself to do at any point over those years, BUT it was incredibly rewarding to learn about how young people think, the depth of their feelings when it comes to things spiritual, the importance so many of them place on having something outside of their own finite selves to believe in.  As inadequate as I often felt as a leader for them, God certainly gave me abilities and them the capacity to understand me and to participate in the classes and stories.  Surprisingly to me, we bonded. I missed them when I couldn't be there sometimes. They were delighted to be able to participate in something of their own instead of having to sit each Sunday in the church service, bored and unable to relate to adult sermons and songs while their parents were on pins and needles hoping their kids weren't disturbing anyone else during the service.

So, I shared some of these ideas with the young man who asked me the question.  I love him for his honesty. His response was that he agreed with what I was saying, but he recognized that his committment to his childrens' spiritual education really wasn't all that important if it meant he and his wife would have to actually do something about it themselves.  He admitted he was essentially looking for a Sunday morning babysitting service while he and his wife either enjoyed the church services themselves without having to worry about noisy kids, or sleep in, or or or or.... I felt sad for his kids.  As they seek their own spiritual journey in their lives they are being denied a chance to learn about one of the spiritual paths available to them...Jesus.

It is just fine to want your children to be able to pick their own spiritual path in life and not impose your own, however, if you never truly expose them to any of those paths you are denying them the very choice you claim they should have.  That isn't fair to them.

God is honest with us. He says that if we seek him then we will find him if we search for him with all our heart.  Our kids will find their way if they have a hunger, but why not assist them by supplying/creating/taking advantage of opportunities to do that very search?

Thursday, February 19, 2015

More Blessed Than We Even Knew!

I haven't been outside yet today but have just spoken with two friends who have.  Apparently the freezing rain we got a taste of on our way home last night hit our town earlier this morning.  The highways in all directions have been closed all morning.  The ban has been changed now to "travel not recommended due to ice cover" on most of them, but the road to the Alberta border is still closed.  The roads here are so rarely closed, even when my husband and I cannot believe they have been allowed to remain open, I can only surmise that the condtions must be very bad indeed.

We ALMOST decided to stay in Regina last night due to weariness and only at the last minute realized it would create too much more backlog here at home than we are all ready dealing with, so returned after all.

Thank God, is all I can say!  Downtown is a skating rink right now so we are waiting to do our address changes until after lunch. Hopefully by then the sanding trucks will have been able to get out and get the main streets de-iced and the businesses will have the ice melt down on the sidewalks. Yesterday it was in the -20C's and right now it it is +1C.  No wonder there is freezing rain instead of snow.  Tonight and tomorrow the snow is coming again.  I pray it gets it all out of its system before our moving truck arrives on Monday....yikes!

As much as prairie weather fascinates me, (obviously, teehee), I can't help but hope I develop some more interesting topics to blog about once we get moved.

Crazy, Wonderful, Back Breaking, Hilarious Times!!

So we have survived our first trip to our new home!

Monday was to have been our day to take possession, but since that wasn't possible after all my husband was able to get some rest and do a tremendous amount of parish work that day, preparation for his departure.  It meant we missed driving in a bit of a blizzard and were able to have very clear, dry roads and even a bit of sunshine as we drove on Tuesday.  Those conditions helped us in dealing with wind chills of lower than -30C the entire day. 

By the time we got into our place and unloaded boxes and boxes and more and more boxes, (How can one man cram that many boxes into one little truck box???), we were so tired and so cold we could hardly believe we were still standing....actually we didn't have a choice since other than in the stairwell there was no place to sit down other than the floor in the townhouse. hahaha It is going to be a really comfortable space once the chairs arrive!!  At suppertime we drove down the street to what I think is going to become a bit of a hangout restaurant for us, collapsed into a warm, clean, upholstered booth, ordered our meal and then began to physically shake uncontrollably...both of us sat there shivering and shaking and I am sure our poor server thought we must be two elderly druggies in need of a fix.  Then we both began giggling uncontrollably and realized that the stress let down was as responsible for the shaking as the day's exposure to the cold temperatures and howling winds.  It hit us that we have our new home and this move IS happening!!

Our townhouse is a nice space for us.  The living room/dining room are the typical old L shape but the living room is particularly roomy.  As we gazed about, our chronic renters' sharp gazes taking in every mark and defect for the walk through report with managment, we were also making mental notes to ourselves as to where the furniture and way too many wall hangings are going to go.  I love "playing house" with my "stuff" each time we move: arranging and rearranging furniture and knick-knacks, filling the cupboards, emptying and refilling as we decide how to make the food prep space work best for us.

Once again the differences in provincial standards of acceptable cleanliness surprised us.  My husband is very thorough in his inspections and although we were delighted with the new paint, new countertops and thoroughly cleaned carpets, we were not thrilled with the plugged furnace filter, 3 burned out lighbulbs, a ring of dirt around the rim of the toilet seat lid, the cobwebs hanging from the ducts in the basement, the broken blind on the kitchen window, basement steps that are coming apart at the bottom and, worst of all, the filth inside the heat and cold air return vents.  When I remember the standard of cleanliness required in Alberta for rentals, the demands on the tenants who are leaving to ensure the place is ready for move-in by the next tenants, etc., Saskatchewan's different standards over all just freak me right out.

Fortunately for us, the management team at our new place got right on the repairs.  My husband likes to do his own installations of bulbs and filters so they cheerfully gave them to him and they have the furnace duct cleaners going into our place at the end of this week to clean the ducts. There is a work order posted for the basement stairs.  We have a different kitchen blind coming as well.  They are a kind and good bunch of folk, but it surprises me that we had to even ask for such basic repairs/cleaning to be done after our possession date.  I am very glad I have lived out here long enough to no longer be angered by the lack of attention to detail (11 years on the prairies will do that) and lack of committment to excellence in areas of life that are important to me personally, but it does still amaze me, I have to admit. Slowly I am becoming a Saskatchewan gal, but I am not completely there just yet.  Different province, different history, different expectations, different culture....the province has many many good things to offer and as I adjust to the more laid back attitude I am finding more things about it that I like.  Give me a few more years though, okay?

The items we found in the venting gave us a quite a laugh!  Obviously a child or two has been living there recently.  Inside the vents we found pennies, pencils, buttons, lollipops, candy wrappers, little plastic toys, a nail polish brush, Cheerios and shredded bits of this and that.  Some little fingers were very busy stuffing all manner of things through the metal grates.  Kids...ya' gotta love 'em.  hahaha

My most favourite time was yesterday afternoon: we went shopping for furniture and found everything we wanted in one place: Office Supply!  Their office waiting room sofas and chairs are excellent quality, professional looking clean lines, nice leather upholstery and smaller than the overstuffed sofas and chairs in the furniture stores. Each item is also about half the price!  My husband got 3 file cabinets for half price, one of which is going to be his bedroom dresser as it has the deep drawers and full pull out he couldn't find with the usual wooden furniture styles.  We each got new office desks. What excited me the most however was finding the perfect arrangment of cabinets and hutches to make up the exact configuration of shelves and doors and spaces for a china cabinet!  In fact, the prices of each unit were so good my husband told me to get 2 of each of them.  We can put them back to back to delineate a space between living and dining room areas, use the open shelves in the hutches to display my pottery collection and the enclosed shelves for my good dishes and vases and such.  I am so excited!  We got all those lovely new pieces of furniture and a sturdy set of metal shelves for basment storage and still came in five hundred dollars under budget!

Like the dummies we are sometimes, we didn't arrange to have the items that were all ready in stock delivered to the townhouse...o no, not tired, exhaustion stupid us.  We got the warehouse workers to load up the back of the truck, drove home and hauled everything over the snow and up the back stairs ourselves....TWICE.  Two big loads of ridiculously heavy furniture items that nearly did us both in just getting them out of the truck and onto the dolly.  We are so grateful to the maintenance fellows in the complex who came along with the big "cat" and dug us a straight, flat path through the snow from the parking lot to our back door or we would never have survived that last part of our unload.  Maybe it is just as well we ended up carrying the heaviest items last or we wouldn't have had the energy or courage to do the rest of it.  I am so grateful that the few remaining items that had to be ordered in WILL be delivered and it will be someone else's problem to get them into the house.  Whew!!!!  At one point my husband pushed the bottom of the dolly over the bottom stair just a little harder than I was prepared for, I lost my balance on the stairs, landed on my butt and started sliding down the stairs and under the heavily laden dolly. hahahaha  I can imagine the sight the neighbours, pretending they were all cleaning their windows or were out sweeping off their all ready immaculate back decks, were greeted with. hahaha  O we know how to party, we do!!

However we survived. We even survived our one overnight in the new digs, sleeping on packing foamies and having dizzying middle of the night allergic reactions to the high gloss, oil base paint on the kitchen cabinets downstairs.  So thankful the double pane windows are nearly new and could be slid open even in extreme cold to give us some fresh air. Fortunately the place has another week to air out before we return. 

Over our delicious restaurant meals we marvelled at how we will once again have a choice of some fairly decent restaurants now, great choice for groceries and generally just be able to enjoy all the amenities that even such a small city has to offer.  We began to realize how long it has been since we lived somewhere that did not require a long trip into a city for shopping and air travel.  Slowly we are becoming free to get excited about the move.  

Although we drove into about 80km of freezing rain on the way home last night it wasn't bad enough to create more than a slight delay as we slowed down to avoid sliding into the ditch.  We lost less than a half hour of time in total.  What a grand round trip for a mid winter run.

So today is "change of address" day for all the downtown businesses whose most recent bills we have had to wait for, pay and then be able to get the address change arranged.  The electronic age is marvellous with all the arrangements made for immediate change instead of having to put everything into place weeks in advance.  Must go and get dressed and ready, get my husband set to do a lot of talking since most of these particular businesses have all their paperwork in his name, as we head out into the wind and cold once again.

For the past week my jaw has been misaligned due to the tensions involved in moving and by last night the inflammation was so bad it was effecting my hearing.  I woke up at about 3am just disgusted by it all since I know how much work there is left to be done over the next few days, prayed and asked God to please deliver me from the stress so that I wouldn't crater before we are done this process, went back to sleep and woke up for breakfast with all the pain and problem gone. Thank you Lord!!  Just talking to God and knowing he is there relaxed me so much.  No pain, hearing is fine...YES!!  I should have done a lot more relying on God over the past 2 weeks and gotten my head out of the little details of moving a lot sooner!

Have a great day everybody!!