A few of you guessed correctly on my last post. We’ve reluctantly decided to take down the 1980’s ranch house and start over. After talking to three builders and an accomplished renovator, there was not a good way to update the house to our standards. Plus, I had an epiphany a few weeks ago: I want to live on that land, so the house really wouldn’t have stood up to my day to day living standard because I’m *hoity-toity.
I know I said before I couldn’t see myself living on that huge piece of land, isolated, but you know, people are wearing on me. It happens.
*When I was about 21 my dad had this ridiculously horrible woman in his life and she called me hoity-toity. Mind you, I’d spent most of my childhood at the bowling alley, the laundromat or in a trailer park, if that gives you any indication on her class rating system. There was nothing fancy about this girl, who worked at Ponderosa & Marshalls while attending Beauty School, but apparently having manners upgraded me to High Class and that bothered her. She was then, and now, if still alive: garbage. One day I need to blog about this person, but I also hate giving any energy to her memory as she caused a lot of strife.
So, the Coach already had a post & beam barn in production, but now we’re downsizing his barn, upsizing and moving the house to the best location which is a bit further up from the previous home. If you’re gonna go big, why not go big and do it right? The bigness/size has been a big discussion between the two of us. I’m afraid I’m gonna lose that battle, but I’ve been assured that I won’t have to take care of all of it; we can hire help. I’m thinking Mr. Belvedere for inside and Rip Wheeler for outside; you know, cows and stuff.
I mentioned before that there is a lovely
creek crick going through the property, with plans to damn it, make a large pond and then let the crick continue on; this will happen on the north side of the property.
The crick upclose and personal.
Our guys who have been excavating/cleaning up the property (Wait till you see the new, lovely fences!) found that we have several springs in a low lying area; so a front pond is in the works as well.
Me shouting to my grown children: YOU GET A POND! AND YOU GET A POND!
You can see the cows up on the hill chomping down and some wild turkeys on the side. Poultry, not the whiskey.
EASY GO, EASY COME
Remember me yukking it up about losing so much weight by walking this past week. Well, Peanut and I took two days off from our trails and I put on 135lbs. Peanut is up 3 ounces. It happens.
HOME SHORT TIMER ISSUES
This house. I mean, I love the GA house, but I think it knows we’re on our way out. Our ice maker broke, the a/c stopped working on the main level (we needed it 2x this week) a tree fell and I found six more trees being murdered slowly by invasive beetles. I know, it happens, but dang! All in a 12 day visit?
Have you ever heard the phrase Hoity Toity before?
How do we feel about ponds and cricks? (we always call them cricks for some weird reason)
Your friend Suz, who isn’t hoity toity but changes her mind a bit too much.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who nurture something or someone.