a whirlwind

March, already? How can this be?  I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that we're boarding a plane in four days! And, I'm not too excited about it, either.

It has been non-stop action around here.  My parents, and their friends Craig & Margot rolled in on the 18th to visit schools in Kenya and to do some more work with Gentle Bells, the school they've supported for three or four years.

In the midst of their being here, we have been packing up and moving out of our house.  I am continually amazed by the amount of stuff we have to deal with.  We have sold it/used it up/donated it/tossed it, and yet. . .and yet. . . we are still dealing with mountains of stuff.  This is quite remarkable to me because we don't generally shop or, when we do, don't buy things frivolously.

Here are some pictures I took last week, when I thought things were pretty bad and out of control.  I had no idea just how bad it would get!

 Kyalo's packed and ready to go

 so.much.stuff

Fortunately, the big furniture is gone or sold, so now we're dealing with the little things...like books, and plates, and random things that we don't want to bring home. Moving is hard. Moving internationally even harder.  Dexter keeps saying things like, "We're never moving again!" and "we're not buying anything, ever!"  I just nod, smile, and say, "yes, dear."  It is the only thing to do in this situation.

We've moved out of our house, and are staying in Chez Mbugua for the week.  There have been a lot of things going on this week, I'll have to recap them over the next few days . . .time allowing. . .

We would welcome prayers for smooth, uncomplicated travel on Monday.  We have too many, too heavy bags, so we're hoping there's not too much drama at the airport.  Also, when I flew home in August, Kyalo was a lot smaller and less mobile. He slept the whole way, basically. I can't imagine that's going to happen again, but I really would like that. At least this time, I have Dexter to pass him off to.