A mowin’ we will go!

Ever since we closed on Six Little Acres, we have been trying to get someone to mow the grass. 
We asked friends who gave us names and numbers. We called all of them. 

No one called back. Did y’all hear that? No. One. 

It’s not like I said, “Hey, I need over two acres cut on a regular basis for $50 a shot.” Nope. I didn’t say that, mainly because I know that no one in their right mind would do such a thing for a mere $50, and besides, it’s a bit more than two acres before you get to the woods. 

What I said was, “I need someone to cut my grass” and I left my name and number. 

That used to work like magic. Clearly, it doesn’t anymore. 

My favorite son in law (you know, the FSIL) asked a guy who said we would need a bush hog and $400. 

I voted no on that one. 

Ninja Man and I discussed it at great length and a mower was born. 

It was in the budget but we were hoping to wait until later. That is, we were hoping we could FIND SOMEONE TO CUT IT until we were ready to buy one. 

So we made eleventy-billion calls for a full week, the daughter looked on Craig’s List and visited some mower shops. 


We finally found a sale and the folks would hold it for us. 

We set out on the 4.5 hour trek from “home” to “home” with these knuckleheads. 

And that’s our Hoover, passive aggressively demonstrating that he doesn’t-have-enough-room-so-he-has-to-do-his-big-ole-het-like-this. Remarkably, his neck works just fine. 

So we arrived and someone wanted a rubber chicken and some treats from the Rubber Chicken and Treats store. 

We picked up the mower and a snazzy little wagon to pull behind it. 

Ninja Man had to try it out. 

See how long that stinkin grass is??? Yeah. THAT long. Snake long. Weird bugs that bite long. 

I ended up mowing (and mowing and mowing) while Ninja Man did this:

Were we ever delighted to see NICE WOOD beneath that hideous vinyl!! 

We decided this would be the temporary bedroom. 

Yep. We stayed there. This is now a kitty-pee-free-zone. Thanks to the removal of any and all textiles as well as my FSIL and some crazy air purifier, the place now just smells like wood and sawdust. It’s not the Hyatt, but it’s “doable” to stay in, albeit camping style. 

And since there are five of us, we needed two inflatables. They worked just fine. 

That’s a tarp on the floor – gotta protect those mattresses. Just in case someone needs a nap. 

But Wait. 

There’s work to be done. 

Not only did I mow the grass, I also rented a pressure washer and removed a few layers of I’m not sure what off of the porch, house and anything else that wasn’t moving. 

I didn’t get a good photo of the pressure washing (⬆️ that’s the soapy stuff) but here are some before and afters: 


The FSIL finished it for me while I watched the grandLittles. The porch and those stairs look great now. Next is to paint a protective coating on to keep it nice. 
Later that day I tried to install this shower head. I got as far as opening the package, losing a washer and putting it together before I realized we needed a tool that we didn’t have. I had to postpone THIS project until Ninja Man could get the tool. 

It isn’t nearly as fancy as it looks but dang skippy it’s better than what we had. 

I cleaned the tub and walls and floor and counter top and sink THREE times. This is the bathroom I was just gonna set on fire but Ninja Man cleaned the toilet and suddenly, there was promise. Believe it or not, this is a nice bathroom and far better than the other one. 

Speaking of good wood (as mentioned above) Ninja Man was super encouraged to see THESE floor joists in excellent health. We stayed busy while these monkeys didn’t miss a moment of their beauty rest. 

Good thing SOMEONE got some rest. Bless him. I helped carry the rest. Ninja doesn’t ask for help- and those things were HEAVY. Here’s the other stuff we did: daughter planted grapes. She is in charge of all the edible goodies on the property. Isn’t she beautiful! 

And we had a septic company come by to add a hookup so we can bring the camper later on. They also moved a metal carport thingie for us. 

We decided to simply connect these together. It became a GREAT idea a bit later when we were able to sit in the shade and feel the breeze. That new wood on the old shed is due to that red carport dousing water on it every time it rained – hence, the decision to move it. More repair later on, but for now it will do. 

This is how it looked before:

That metal thing is the carport. We will rebuild the shed eventually. It looks terrible now but so did that bathroom! A bit of repair (OK, a LOT of repair) and we will get there!

Good thing is we aren’t in a hurry. We have a momentum going and several weeks this summer to get a lot done. Focus: interior refurb and exterior repair. 

Y’all pray for us. 

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Love ya. Mean it. 

God bless. 

Kathy Bo 

Phil. 4:13


Favorite son in law

There are so many reasons Ian is my favorite son in law. 

He adores my daughter and their girls. 

He loves a good pun. 

He’s really really easy to scare. 

He once sat by my bedside after I had major surgery and stayed in that chair beside me for hours. Every time I woke up he was there. 

He is very thoughtful. 

He thinks I make the best eggs ever. 

I guess I have to say it’s a good thing he is my favorite because he is also my ONLY son in law, as I have only one daughter and one son. Here’s today’s spoiler alert: there’s also a favorite daughter in law. 

Today he earned another gold star because he did this:

Let’s just talk about ↖️that bush right there. 

It’s a rare breed of holly called a Doggone Hot Mess. Yes it is. Don’t try to look it up, just trust me. 

That dang thing was in charge of those steps. When I say “in charge” I mean we had to navigate around that monster the whole time we were working last week. It was like the school bully trying to steal my lunch money. 

But I couldn’t avoid it. The prickly thing tried to grab me at least five times. I was already freaked out with the cooties (see first post and hazmat suit) so of course dodging it Every. Single. Time. just made me ornery. That Hot Mess just OWNED those steps. 

Ain’t nobody got time for that. 

FSIL (favorite son in law) heard me proclaim that the bush had to go, and lo and behold, go it did; via Sawsall. 

Yes, I said Sawsall. (Pronunciation: saws-all because it, well, saws all.) My husband calls it a non-discriminatory cutting device. 

My FSIL tried to use other tools but it was super hot on the Six Little Acres today. It was also humid. Toss in a cantankerous weed eater and clearly, it was time to improvise. 

The problem was that the saw was inside the house and he left the key at home. 

Here’s some math for you: My FSIL is a mere five-foot-fifteen-inches tall. 

He is a big guy. This photo illustrates how tall he is. Okay, it really doesn’t, but I like this picture. Anyway, he had to climb through a window in order to retrieve the saw. 

And he hacked that awful bush to smithereens.  

And then he did this:

That’s the back of the trailer. I can only imagine the vermin that skedaddled out of there when that big guy started whacking down those bushes with a Sawsall. 

Now to get the place mowed and pressure washed, painted, interior completely renovated and get my man retired. 

Piece of cake, right? We are excited and prayerful that this is going to be really nice some day soon. Meanwhile, my FSIL made it lots better than how we left it when we came home last Sunday. 

That’s just one more reason he’s my favorite. 

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God bless,

Kathy Bo. 

Phil. 4:13


I should say we are floored. 

But we really expected floor issues considering  it kinda moved under our feet when we first walked on it. 

Now I’m not a flooring professional, but it’s been my life experience that floors are not supposed to move- that is, unless you’re in a fun house at the carnival. 

Or falling in love. 

Or in an earthquake. 

And this floor moved. Though ever so slightly, I’m pretty sure the carpet kept several spots of flooring together. 

Apparently a colony of carpenter ants combined with 30 years of Eau de Cats is the exact scientific combination one needs to properly rot otherwise perfectly sound flooring. 

Along with a few floor joists. 

We reminded ourselves that the doublewide was pretty much free, considering the price we paid for our six little acres. This made shopping for flooring and wood for joist replacement almost enjoyable. 

I say “almost” because as timing would have it, I was in a huge rush and really didn’t have time to meet my husband at Lowes. 

If he and I could have browsed our favorite aisles (spoiler alert: his aisle is lightbulbs, mine is seasonal furniture and yard art) we might have found a few treasures in the scratch and dent section. 

Instead we found two of these:

Ok, truth be told we found a huge stack of these but we only bought two. This was before we knew about the joists. 

Once hubby discovered the extra damage he knew we would have no time to make much of a difference during this trip. (We live four hours away.) 

So he tore out that cabinet. ⤵️

Somehow this made both of us feel victorious. 

I mean, we needed a reward- no matter how small. 

Oh, and here’s this:

Grass so high (We are searching for someone to mow. He may be actually be in there somewhere), a pressure wash 911 and a jungle of bushes. 

Oh, and just at the bottom right is a wee fig plant. A sneak peek, if you will, of something wonderful to come. 

I’m a re-use fanatic, especially now- so I’m pretty sure those stepping stones will pressure wash and be great later on. 

Hey, y’all remember that toilet I was planning to burn down? Yeah. That one. Well, of course I wasn’t really going to actually burn it- but I was not so sure cleaning it was an option. 

Well, apparently it was! Hubby cleaned it before I arrived on Saturday! He also cleaned the sink and counter top and replaced the seat. (He’s gonna let me burn that!) 

And yes, this entire bathroom will be renovated!

 We are off now to browse the home improvement store. 

Actually, HE will browse and find ALL the things. I will simply be there to tell him it’s not in the budget. 

By the way, our plan isn’t to bling this place out- though it will be super cute! Our goal with it is to live simply, be mortgage free and be able to travel a lot once he retires and our grandLittle is cancer free. 

Wanna see our grandLittle’s story? Go HERE on Facebook. Please “like and share.”

Thanks for stopping by, and God bless!

Kathy Bo