In ten days time we are technically no longer city dwellers. However recent developments, or lack thereof, have extended our stay by a few days. Our drywallers are "giving us the run-around," as Aidan would say. They were supposed to start two days ago, then bumped us until today, only to bump us to Monday. And people who do this twice, can be expected to do it yet again. Without taped walls we are STUCK. We can't paint. We can't install flooring. We can't move our furniture in or get our kitchen ready.
Everyone seems to be losing sleep on our behalf, but I'm telling you, by God's grace and mercy I am holding myself together quite nicely. It feels like an adventure. And I love those. But there is no dangling ending, waving in the wind. The end destination is tangibly within our grasp. So what if we have to camp our for a week or so? No problem. It will be messy. Maybe hot. We will be cranky and, in my case, very sore. But we will soon be living in the home of our dreams.
The wonderful woman who is moving into this place after we leave, has offered to find other accomodations herself for a few days to buy us some time. She astutely observed that it would be easier to be in limbo herself for while, rather than send a family of five into upheaval. Blessed woman! Her only condition is that we set aside a room for her to move in a bunch of her stuff. Done. Goodbye livingroom. And we have had offers of meals and babysitting. Concerned calls and many prayers. We are covered!
The plan is to get the loft set up over the garage for our week of "camping." We'll have a toilet and a roof over our head, so we are not really roughing it. I will be SICK of BBQ by the end of it, but will then move on to a beautiful gas range to play with.
Your prayers are coveted. And have already been felt.
