Mulch Madness
Tuesday night Chris and I went to dinner with the Knox youth leaders. The baby sitter rang half way through.
“A big pile of mulch has mysteriously appeared in the driveway.”
Oh.
I’d ordered this between Christmas and New Years. I’d actually given up on the guy or I would have shifted the car off the car pad where I wanted the wood chips to be dumped. I was expecting a phone call or something.
Instead, we arrive home to find 5 cubic metres of mulch blocking the driveway! Disaster! Not impressed. Didn’t think the packers would be too impressed either. It all has to be moved before Thursday morning when the 2 twenty foot containers get dropped off outside the house for ‘the loading’. It’s not as if I have nothing else to do at the moment…
So I was outside at 6:30am shifting barrow loads of stuff. Janine joined me after breakfast- she’s worked really hard, even after being attacked by rose thorns. I’m really impressed by the way she stuck with it; somehow Katarina has managed to find some other jobs… Chris did most of the hard stuff, shifting the mulch up to the top of the section, bless him.
When the packers arrived, turned up we had a different crew to yesterday, 3 lovely Samoan boys, very impressed with the fact we are going to train to be ministers. The boys are funny, slower than yesterday’s team, smoko breaks were a bit longer, but they are heading off now, apparently they’ve run out of packing tape!
We’ve just arrived back from a rather nice farewell lunch at the Galleria with the Knox staff. The house is pretty much packed, apart from our beds. I think we might find somewhere else to sleep tomorrow night; dinner at the Smith’s is sorted.
Jenny and the kids have done heaps of mulch shifting – in the heat of the day too, madness!!! The mulch looks great – can’t think why we didn’t do this years ago. Apart from the fact that we didn’t have the garden beds then. Anyway, will cut down on the maintenance for the tenants and the smell is great.
We are at the point of doing a trial pack of the van, the cordless phone has just gone in the box and next Chris is going to pack down the computers. Hopefully we can get online with the laptop so we can keep you updated.
We are planning on staying in Christchurch on Friday, then Oamaru by Sunday, then meet the movers in Dunedin on Monday. The children will stay with Grandma and Poppa – Yay for families!!!
The children are coping reasonably well with all the upheaval. Hannah didn’t want her bed packed up until I explained that she would see it again in Dunedin. And we’ve explained to Zach that just because Mum or Dad disappear for an hour or two, it doesn’t mean that we’ve gone to Dunedin without them.
I’m quite glad we’ve decided to take a daytime ferry sailing, so they’ll “know” that Dunedin is such a distance.
There is a piece in the Bible quoted by my Old Testament lecturer at Bible College that goes… “My father was a wandering Aramean”. Journeys like this become part of a family’s history and the challenge as always is to make life fun rather than stressful. There is a security in knowing that God is in charge, that things will work out and we feel very blessed that at least our upheaval is planned and orderly rather than the devastating loss suffered by so many others.
“A big pile of mulch has mysteriously appeared in the driveway.”
Oh.
I’d ordered this between Christmas and New Years. I’d actually given up on the guy or I would have shifted the car off the car pad where I wanted the wood chips to be dumped. I was expecting a phone call or something.
Instead, we arrive home to find 5 cubic metres of mulch blocking the driveway! Disaster! Not impressed. Didn’t think the packers would be too impressed either. It all has to be moved before Thursday morning when the 2 twenty foot containers get dropped off outside the house for ‘the loading’. It’s not as if I have nothing else to do at the moment…
So I was outside at 6:30am shifting barrow loads of stuff. Janine joined me after breakfast- she’s worked really hard, even after being attacked by rose thorns. I’m really impressed by the way she stuck with it; somehow Katarina has managed to find some other jobs… Chris did most of the hard stuff, shifting the mulch up to the top of the section, bless him.
When the packers arrived, turned up we had a different crew to yesterday, 3 lovely Samoan boys, very impressed with the fact we are going to train to be ministers. The boys are funny, slower than yesterday’s team, smoko breaks were a bit longer, but they are heading off now, apparently they’ve run out of packing tape!
We’ve just arrived back from a rather nice farewell lunch at the Galleria with the Knox staff. The house is pretty much packed, apart from our beds. I think we might find somewhere else to sleep tomorrow night; dinner at the Smith’s is sorted.
Jenny and the kids have done heaps of mulch shifting – in the heat of the day too, madness!!! The mulch looks great – can’t think why we didn’t do this years ago. Apart from the fact that we didn’t have the garden beds then. Anyway, will cut down on the maintenance for the tenants and the smell is great.
We are at the point of doing a trial pack of the van, the cordless phone has just gone in the box and next Chris is going to pack down the computers. Hopefully we can get online with the laptop so we can keep you updated.
We are planning on staying in Christchurch on Friday, then Oamaru by Sunday, then meet the movers in Dunedin on Monday. The children will stay with Grandma and Poppa – Yay for families!!!
The children are coping reasonably well with all the upheaval. Hannah didn’t want her bed packed up until I explained that she would see it again in Dunedin. And we’ve explained to Zach that just because Mum or Dad disappear for an hour or two, it doesn’t mean that we’ve gone to Dunedin without them.
I’m quite glad we’ve decided to take a daytime ferry sailing, so they’ll “know” that Dunedin is such a distance.
There is a piece in the Bible quoted by my Old Testament lecturer at Bible College that goes… “My father was a wandering Aramean”. Journeys like this become part of a family’s history and the challenge as always is to make life fun rather than stressful. There is a security in knowing that God is in charge, that things will work out and we feel very blessed that at least our upheaval is planned and orderly rather than the devastating loss suffered by so many others.
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