So, here I am back in SC and it is stinking hot! Coming from Northern Ontario into this area was a bit of a shock to the system. We can't really go out unless it is early in the morning or late at night because it is way too hot for humans and dogs alike. It is due to this heat, and a few other things, that I look forward to our move to Scotland in 39 days. I'm not counting...really I'm not. :)
My parents, Glacier and I arrived back in SC last Friday night after an extremely long trip. I won't bore you with the details; just know it was long because we had to make a detour to Toronto for Portuguese passport stuff. We've spent the last week going through mine and Mr. K's stuff and pitching things we don't want/need or can't sell. We also packed up some things for my parents to bring back home with them, such as the Hope chest and roll top desk my grandpa made for me. They left this morning bright and early and the house seems very empty now. It is a fairly large place with only two people and two dogs and hardly any furniture. We don't even have a couch anymore. Mr. K managed to find someone who wanted it and it was whisked out the door even before I got back home. So, here I sit on a double mattress on the floor in our living room with Glacier, Roscoe, a lamp, a small table and my coffee mug for company.
Surprisingly, it doesn't really bother me. I thought I may be sad getting rid of everything, but it really doesn't. The only thing that does bug me is that it seems like we have wasted a lot of money. We have a Queen sized bed that we purchased last summer and we won't even get half of what we paid for it, if we can sell it at all. That sort of thing makes me shudder, but the prospect of leaving here and getting to Scotland is incredibly exciting. We've definitely run into a few road blocks and I am sure there will be a few more, but we've also had a lot of help and fantastic things happen in order to help this process along. I've even found a "flat" (AKA apartment) online that is available August 24th, just five days after we arrive. It sounds like it is what we are looking for and it's in the right area. So, I am hoping that will work out for us.
Besides throwing items out, sorting through paper work, selling possessions and searching for employment/housing there isn't much to report from this end. I did donate a bunch of our dog stuff-leashes, dishes, wet food, toys and office supplies-to PAALS the service dog organisation that is currently training Kyo. When Miss A stopped by to pick up the stuff, she reported that Kyo is in advanced training and is doing well. Everyone loves him and wants him to succeed. There are even people lined up to take him if he fails out of the program. One couple in particular live on a farm and the man has already started building a seat just for Kyo on the back of his golf cart. The counter surfing is still a problem, as he managed to open a door and steal hot dogs just last weekend and it may be his downfall. I would love him to go on to be a service dog and work, but if he doesn't make it this couple sound like the right people for the now 85 pound Moose.
As you can see, things are coming together and the next little while is going to be a lot of waiting. My bike, who I have named Matilda, has not sold yet and I will be doing some indoor training for my triathlon goals, which I am about to do right now. First, seek and destroy apple and peanut butter, then cycle for half an hour. So, for now, I will leave you.