These are the Days of Our Lives...

It has been 7 days since I last posted. I am now 1 year older than I was then. Stephen stayed up late so he could sing happy birthday to me the instant it was the morning of my birthday in England. He also called me his 'birthday beauty'. It is lovely to hear. His perfect gift to me: an Aloe Vera plant for our new house. He could not be any sweeter if he were made of honey.

7 days has found a lot of things happening. As of Tuesday, the moving company with which I have been working has decided that they are not capable of moving me or any of my things. That left Wednesday full of a desperate scramble to find another moving company, and to study for the final in my Spanish class, which I took this morning.

I have accepted the quote of a different moving company. This one is local here, and will be handling all aspects of the move overseas. The lady is SO nice, to the point of even letting me vent about the terribleness of the old moving company. Plus, she calls me back. Part of me wants to tell her that I love her. Except that it would just be the relief talking.

It turns out that this company has the possibility of being less expensive (yay!) and they are coming to evaluate a much more exact quote tomorrow morning. They have already scheduled to come and pack and load on the 21st of August. Stephen and I will be gone then, but THANK YOU!!!!! to Christie and Dan for being willing to be there in our stead. Things will be in good hands.

I'm still waiting to hear about Visas... but that should be soon. I start on the rest of the house today, need to have a last minute yard sale (anyone want to help?) maybe this weekend, have everything else done in the house by Wednesday when I pick Stephen up at the airport.

In only 6 days, we will be having Chico's Tacos for dinner, and all will be right with the world.

In the English neck of the woods, Stephen has been very busy moving from house to house. (He told me yesterday that he is totally capable of taking over my closet in addition to his own.) He packs bags and carries them, three a night or so. I admire his decision to walk things from place to place. Wish I could do it with the rest of our things. It might actually get done in a timely manner were I to. This weekend, he moves his bed and other big things, and I suppose it will be the pseudo-official move in time.

It is interesting to me how the ball keeps rolling even though it feels like nothing gets done. No matter how overwhelmed or stressed out I get, time passes. I'm glad.