Our agency hosts a forum where Ethiopian adoptive families can come together and share resources and information. In addition to referral/court/birth certificate announcements, travel advice, and the ever present hair posts, people have been posting information about when referrals are going to start up again. The last batch of referrals came in early to mid-June. Despite the one announcement last week, there has not even been a trickle. This was not a planned break, but as in the world of international adoption, things are unpredictable. Sitting in the top dozen of the unofficial list and knowing that one batch could possibly bring us our referral can leave one negotiating with the phone. Since inanimate objects don’t respond, I decided I needed to put my pent up energy elsewhere.
Before I reveal my latest obsession, I should add that some people use this adoption energy in more philanthropic and collaborative ways. One of our forum posters made a zillion bibs for our care center and AHOPE. Another dear friend recently compiled info embedded in various posts to single topic lists such as birth family questions to ask, items to buy, phone numbers to carry during travel. Another is raising money for Doctors without Border’s to purchase Plumpy’Nut to ward off starvation. I will remind you about Plump’Nut again, but until I do, read this press release on Meghan’s blog and make a donation.
Before I can channel some productive energy into positive initiatives, I have to let off a little steam. The bathroom remodel is my latest victim. We had intended on replacing the floor, re-tiling, repairing the dinged plaster walls, and putting in a new vanity and eco-friendly toilet. But, then, when I was looking at the space with the artist who is going to apply American Clay to the walls, I got “inspired” by a wee little comment he made, ” this stuff looks great in old homes because of the woodwork.”
Yup, the woodwork. I love our woodwork; it is primarily why we bought our home. But, in the bathroom it is covered by almost a hundred years of crappy paint. Needing a distraction, I found my project.
This door will soon reveal the oaky beauty is has been hiding. But first it has to go from this:
To this: (note: this is the other side of the door – although the woodwork is painted in the hallway, they did not paint the doors other than this one side of the bathroom)
If I can handle the caustic mess I am enduring with the door, I may even try to do the woodwork on the door frame and window frame. Unless, of course, we get a referral and I have to put my energy in the baby’s room. Wishful thinking?
Of note, if you are deciding that now would be a great time to visit, be warned: we do not have a bathroom door and will not until I am done with this.