I really wish that the reason I haven’t been writing the past couple of weeks was because things have been a whirlwind of activity and that I could come back here and inundate you with pictures of all the progress that’s been made on the house. I wish I had even so much as a a shovelful of dirt to proudly post.
Unfortunately, it’s simply been due to the mundanities of daily life mixed with some foul weather. On cloudy days turning on the computer means that I am instantly greeted with a loud, whiny screech from our inverter telling me that I really need to stop sucking up the power if I want to be able to turn on the lights come nighttime. Throw in some irregular nap schedules from the kidlets and you have a perfect recipe for not being able to blog.
Excuses aside, I do have some things to share.
House-wise: it’s still at least another week before we get our plans back from the engineer who is making the corrections that the county requires so we can get our building permit. Our contractors are making preparations for getting temporary power out here so that it’s ready to go as soon as possible. So, we’re doing some more waiting. Huzzah.
I have to say that it has been difficult to be patient lately. Since we began this endeavor I have been able to tick off on my fingers multiple friends who have bought houses and are now nicely settled or are in the process of doing so within the next few weeks. It seems like it would have been so much easier to have been able to just find something already built and to have made-do.
When it’s rainy and the kids are antsy and the condensation from the cold is dripping down from the ceiling in random places I want a house so badly I am tempted to run outside and start digging the footings myself.
That’s when I have to take a deep breath and remind myself over and over again that this isn’t forever and it will eventually all be worth it. Or, if nothing else, at least over with.
In actuality it’s not so bad most of the time. Bus-living has started to seem quite normal. I was re-reading some of my earlier posts and I don’t really know what I was so worked up about just a few months ago.
Anyway, now that we are approaching real construction time we are supposed to be getting serious about choosing our finishes. Noah has started bringing home samples and pamphlets from Home Depot again (because the first batch mysteriously disappeared somehow…). I have been reacting to this by spending time on Google and Pinterest trying to find inspiration and ideas. But then I get overwhelmed thinking about all the teeny tiny details that have be chosen and decided on (hardware! backsplashes! baseboard height!) and the effort of trying to reconcile my taste with Noah’s and I have to stop for a few days. Then the cycle repeats.
However, we are making a little bit of progress. So far we have decided that we like this color flooring:
And that’s about it.
Bus-stead-wise: One of the things that we’ve been occupying ourselves with these past few weeks has been trying to tame the fruit trees that have been neglected on the property for almost a decade. We are lucky enough to live next door to a retired high school agriculture teacher and he came over and showed us the proper way to go about it. I think the best piece of advice that he gave us was that it’s pretty much impossible to over-prune.
Noah thinks I’m exaggerating, but I honestly think I gave myself tendonitis from pruning so much.
Case in point, here’s a before and after shot of just one of our peach trees:
I think that’s enough to have given anybody tendonitis, so there.
We’re also considering hatching some chicks this spring. Or, rather, letting the hens hatch some (I’m busy enough as it is without having to sit on a nest all day long). I’m thinking we’ll do six or so to account for any roosters and to give some away to family and friends. After doing some cursory research on the internet, there are all sorts of things that you’re supposed to do in order to let your hens hatch their own eggs (rather than incubating them) including building a “broody box” for whichever hen seems the “broodiest”, meaning the one that is sitting in the corner knitting little clawed booties, I guess. Then you’re supposed to let them get into the mood by letting them sit on golf balls for practice (I kid you not) before switching them out with fertilized eggs.
At any rate, I’m sure there’s a legitimate reason behind all of that, but I’m thinking we might just let the hens do their thing and see how it goes. I figure chickens were reproducing successfully long before humans came around and started building special boxes for them and sticking golf balls in their nests, right?
Or maybe not. This is the scene out there right now and those eggs look pretty neglected. The chickens are all gathered by the door at my feet, but to abandon your nest for the hope of some kitchen scraps? I can practically see the eggs shivering out there!
We also planted a winter garden, but the only things that escaped the gophers and rabbits and squirrels were a couple stalks of broccoli, tons of cabbage and butter-yellow cauliflower. The cabbage hasn’t fully grown yet, but the cauliflower was delicious and we were able to give several heads of it away to family and friends.
Aaaand I think that just about covers our amateur farming efforts. It’s all a work in progress.