Our move is creeping up on us. We have been slowly packing, giving things away, and trying to decide what will make the move. There are boxes piled up in every room. We have done our best to let go of many things we do not use or need, gifting them to others who will get use and enjoyment from them. The way I look at it, it's one less thing to pack - or unpack later. And considering our mover is charging an arm and a leg, a few missing things might lighten the load, and not our wallet.
We have been able to sneak in some quality family time here and there. With Kerri's ongoing vision problem, we have been reading the entire "Gregor the Overlander" series to her. We are starting book five tonight. And yesterday we celebrated Canada's birthday with Nana and Meg. I pulled out the BBQ one last time (in this house anyway) and happily grilled away without any interruptions from the nasty people next door.
On the medical front, we are awaiting Kerri's third dedicated MRI scan to be scheduled. And in the meantime, I am now sporting a splint after twisting my wrist and injuring a tendon, or ligament, or whatever the muscle on the side of one's wrist is called. Just in time for packing. At this point we just laugh, because it's ridiculous. Some days I think it's a good thing we act more like an episode of "I Love Lucy" than a melodrama...our weird sense of humor really helps us cope when things get too serious.
So in a few weeks I will post pictures...of our new home, boxes and all. And the best part is that we will soon get back to normal (for us, anyway).
Life with Kerri has more boxes to fill.