Ball, rolling

I finally called the woman who owns the business I am interested in. I kept putting it off because the time difference is so great, and whenever I'd think of calling, it was late (or at least late for someone in their 80s). In short, the conversation was good, and we kept things pretty general. I wanted to introduce myself and express my interest over the phone because up until now my sister has been doing the talking for me. Phone conversation is not my strong point, but I think it went pretty well.

Now, not only do I have the urge to throw out everything I own and cut my hair, but I also have the urge to get on the next flight to Toronto so that I can start making things happen. Of course, this is just not possible. I even explained to the woman that I have immigration paperwork to finish for my husband and an apartment to unload. She seemed understanding, but naturally, she would probably like to get things moving sooner than later. I can understand that.

What I really can't wait for is to get there and sit down with a lawyer, accountant, or both and go over her books and see if this is really a good opportunity for us. I'm so helpless over here on the other side of the planet. And when you have this many things going on in your life, it is often hard to set priorities and get things done because you feel overwhelmed. So, here I am writing a pointless blog post.

First thing is first: immigration papers.

I end with a picture of Grace, who just can't wait to get going to daycare every morning. Thank goodness we have that place, somewhere she is safe, secure, and she gets to have fun and socialize. I'm so happy I stuck with the daycare decision.