Less Than a Week Left

I was laying in bed the other night thinking of an Oprah show about American housewives who were addicted to methamphetamine.

At the time I thought: drugs. bad. no.

But there I was: lying in bed totally relating to housewives on meth. While thinking of all I have need want to do before we leave, I realized that if I could just go without sleeping and eating then I might get it all done – and look fabulously thin. (Before you get the wrong impression: drugs. bad. no.)

Confession: I’ve been drinking record amounts of Diet Pepsi.

In trying to wrap everything up, I realized that there were a lot of blog post in the draft folder. This week, I got my 20-page-paper-in-one-night game face on and whipped out the posts for the next week or so. Oh the joy of a deadline.

I thrive under pressure. So much so that I create my own pressure just so I can thrive under it. Hubs finds this part of my personality annoying challenging unique.

Errr…what deadline?

The one where our eastern journey becomes a western one thus making all posts involving our life in China out of date.

As for Hubs Crash!, he’s doing fine minus the open flesh wombs on his knees. His chin stitches come out on Tuesday. Please do not even think that he has taken time to slow down. With bandages on his knees, he was back on a bike less than 24 hours after his accident.

Speaking of bikes, we have sold a bike. Perhaps Hubs will bless us with a History of Bicycling post in the near future, but until then you can know that the blue bike has been sold.

There are a lot of technical things such as weight, height, road tires vs. mountain tires, but quite simply Hubs has gone from blue to white.

Selling a bicycle in China is not that difficult unless you are 6’4″ and have a brand of bike that was hand carried in from Hong Kong. We posted an ad on the ex-pat community web pages for Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Wuhan hoping for the best.

A while back a presumably tall Australian lady living in Beijing contacted us about the bike. We have been in dialogue on and off for quite some time. We wrote last week and said, “We’re flying out of Beijing. Would you like to buy the bike? If so, we’ll hand deliver it to you.” And with that kind of customer service, she heartily agreed.

Oh the packing. It has not begun. Hubs promises that we will be completely packed (sans toothbrushes) 4 days ahead of departure. He’s mentioned this several times today as if repetition is going to mount the troop.

Can you see the tension? His preparation vs. my procrastination.

As with any transition, it has been good to go through this house. Who knew that 1200 square feet could amass so many unwanted things?

We loaded The Green Bag. If you’ve seen me since 1997, then you’ve seen me carry something in this green bag. It was my first H&M purchase. Well, 11 years later (and finally ripping at the seams) I sent it to the countryside filled with precious treasures worth treasuring.

I also loaded my purple college backpack and set it to the countryside as well. After all, The Green Bag could not travel alone. The backpack was 15 years old and shredding on the inside. Hubs assured me that the peeling away of the liner was not replaceable.

Meanwhile, Schäfer is doing more and more four word combination’s: big rock dump truck!

Other than Mommy allowing him to dig a hole in the croquet field with his shovel, his life continues to go smoothly.

Those croqueters are pretty serious about wanting a level playing field.

Who knew?

The dirt there was lovely. Just lovely.

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