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Life hasn't been too busy or too interesting in the Kemper household the past few weeks. We're still on a slow crusade to prepare the condo for listing, and I'm almost of a mind to ask Nick that we put a for-sale sign out this weekend whether we're really ready or no. There's nothing like a call on the place to motivate that last push of preparedness. But perhaps using that sort of "reverse psychology" is more like using a crutch. Regardless, I continue to work on the kitchen, decluttering and reorganizing and try my darnedest to pretend I like to clean so that everything is "spick and span".

This first part of this week, however, did give me the opportunity to celebrate my birthday. I turned 30 on Monday. Many people have asked me how I felt on the occasion. To be honest, it hasn't seemed any different from any other birthday. I don't really feel any older, and it doesn't bother me in the least that I've left the 20's behind. It was bound to happen. I guess I'm no longer a "young adult" in any sense of the word, just an adult. Fitting, since I'm due to take on a child in less than three months! Still, I don't look that old and I don't necessarily feel whether I'm that old one or the other. It was a very nice birthday, though, with time spent with friends and family.

On Monday, besides celebrate my birthday, my mom and I took a trip to KC to pick up Eliza's crib. Sadly, it's in the basement of my parents' house until we have such time and place to put it up! But it's nice to know it's there, ready and waiting for Nick to pour over the diagrams and the parts, to disregard it all and simply put it up! We had to go over to help Dad get it out of the truck; how the man at the store loaded it on his own, I'll never know! It was a bit of a harrowing ride back from Kansas City: the air-conditiong wasn't working on one of the hottest days of the week, and the tail-gate wouldn't come back up and latch. We took the highways instead of the Interstate all the way back to Topeka hoping that the weight of the crib would keep it lodged in the truck bed. The Lord answered our prayers! And now, it is safely ensconced in the basement until we're ready to put it up.

Beyond that, there is little to share. Week by week goes slowly by as I wait for cooler weather and hopefully a relief to my swollen feet. I do admit, the temperatures haven't been all that terrible, for the most part, these past few weeks, but the humidity has killed all enjoyment of them. I am waiting for the crisp cool days of fall. At the moment I am heartily and happily immersed in L.M. Montgomery's Anne books and relish over every reference to the changing of the seasons. Just this morning I was reading Anne of Windy Poplars and enjoyed a letter in which she writes to Gilber the coming cold and thrilled at the date at the top of the epistle: November 10th. Of course, my November 10th will be quite different from Anne's: perhaps just as chilly but rather than be fussing with a new wood stove I'll be waiting for any sign of labor discomfort. It seems such a long way's away.