As we get closer I actually feel some relief every day that the phone doesn't ring. We know that we could hear at any time that we have a date to be in Kaz, and that that date could be as soon as a week or two from the call. So are we really ready to be gone in a week or two? We could be if we needed to be, but another few weeks might sure be a nice thing.

If I could pick a date it would be somewhere in the late teens - early twenties of June, and I think that there is a good likelihood that this will in fact be our timing. Here in Maine, KJ and I are feeling as busy as ever as we prepare for a daughter, ready our house to sell, and work out the details of our new home in Boothbay.

We have been feverishly packing up our things and taking them to a pair of storage units we rented here in Lovell, in part to make the construction and fix up part easier, and in part to facilitate an easier move once we return from Kaz later this summer. By the time we get back, the house in Boothbay will be ready for us to move in and we expect that we will move in as soon as makes sense.

KJ had a 4 day weekend this past week, and we certainly made the most of it. On Friday we went back to Boothbay to be present for the home inspection. It was great to see the house again - this time from the perspective that this would be our house, and we remain very excited about all that the new house and location will offer our new family life.

Saturday, Sunday and Monday found us more often than not in our bug shirts (complete with netted hoods), working outside and in the barn. It is amazing how quickly you can accumulate a barn full of stuff. After numerous trips to the dump, storage and Goodwill we a nearly done with the barn and the shop is coming along as well.

The third floor of the shop has always been our 'attic' and is home to boxes and boxes of random stuff. It is a slow place in which to make progress because moving anything often involves investigating what's inside. If you sent a letter or card at any point over the last 40 years, chances are it's there. Not to mention the thousands of photos, box upon box of books, stacks of backpacks, sleeping bags, tents, and boating gear. Why is it all still around, well as I mentioned earlier in another post, it is all part of the memory.

Every object is a memory, whether it is a beach stone from Cape Elizabeth, Maine that still brings tears to my eyes, a tape of a past sermon from my younger brother Jamie, or a ticket stub from a Kinks concert 24 years ago, it is all there. I could make blog entries about nearly everything there, but since this is a blog about our adoption, I'll stop here. Take Care.