To do lists

So we are now living life at Six Little Acres.  There are still many things to unpack and I’m slowly but surely making my way through the boxes.

Sometimes it’s like Christmas! I’m seeing things we “thought” were going to be stored for only three months, but glory be, it took a stinkin’ year and two months to finally get out of those storage units.

We’ve had only a few casualties; some china, a couple of items the movers thought they deserved (small stuff, God has that so we don’t have to pursue it), and Ninja Man’s shoulder. Yep, two slight tears in his rotator cuff. I asked him what happened. This is how it went:

Me: What in the world? Are you ok? Does it hurt? How did it happen?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (We have been married nearly 41 years so I kinda know which question he chose to answer.) You don’t know how it happened? Were you with your shoulder all day? Did you loan it out? Are you secretly trying to do some sort of one-armed extreme sport?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (see above part about 41 years)

Well, after several weeks of his wincing in pain, we went to the doc and it is determined that he will live. He got two shots, one where the sun don’t shine and another straight to the shoulder. I held his hand and gently reminded him that I delivered BOTH of his babies naturally. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances and it made the doctor laugh so it was sooo worth it.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.

Spoiler alert: Having no money made me a list maker long ago when our kids were little, our mortgage was huge, and we were depressed when we were broke and irresponsible when we weren’t.

My lists went like the one I’m pasting in here. Stuff we can do that takes NO money and stuff we can do when we have a little extra. If any of you are IRS agents, I promise not to get anything until y’all are happy and friends with us again.

This will hang in the message area of the kitchen. What’s a message area? A blank wall for now but I’m going to make a sweet little something to hold lists such as this one.

By the way, the “no cost” list includes several things we already have like paint and stuff. It also includes elbow grease, as momma used to say, which means to get off one’s lazy fanny and work.

Things to do at Six Little Acres

No Cost

Outside:

Clean under carports

Clean up yard

Pick up branches

Clear spiderwebs

Touch up and paint porches

Put rug down on front porch

Fill holes in yard

Inside:

Master bath:

Add lights

Fix drawers

Touch up paint

Hang my makeup mirror

Adjust faucets

Studio bath:

Décor

Fix TP holder

Adjust faucets

Living room:

Repair and repaint post

Touch up paint

Décor

Make scripture for wall (Silhouette / vinyl)

Fix barn door

Kitchen:

Make rolling island

Make vinyl sign for chalkboard

Need funds:  

Outside:

$$     Paint carport roofs

$$     Buy or repair weed eater

$$     Install stepping stones or walkway to cars

$$     Make sitting area on hill

$$     Make firepit

$$     Get tree guy to see diseased trees

$$$   Remote for gate

$$$   Hire bobcat guy

$$$$ Build new porch on side of house

$$$$ Install fencing

$$$$ Install gutters

Inside:

$       Cordless phone with extra base

$$$   Rods and curtains in living room

$$$   Kitchen pantry

I hope this encourages someone to see parts of your own picture, not the whole overwhelming enchilada. Yesterday I unpacked our bedroom and organized the closet and dresser. It made all the difference in the world and I have to say I woke up happy for the first time in a long time. Cost was zero and momma would be proud.

Y’all be blessed, and please keep praying for the Six Little Acres folks. Baby Wren and her mommy (my daughter) are heading to Philadelphia soon for further treatment and we need that neuroblastoma to be gone.

Thanks for stopping by,

Kathy Bo

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Moving Day

Y’all.

Our stuff is finally here.

Here at Six Little Acres.

Oh yes it is. And we, (the Ninja Man and moi) are exhausted beyond imagination.

Here’s what:

We rented a U-Haul and – through U-Haul- we hired two movers. Y’all remember how I’ve mentioned how blessed we are? Well, those two movers turned into three, and the four hours we paid for were finished in three!

That’s a big deal since Ninja Man had worked a full day and needed to go to bed. It’s just a piece of gravel in a mountain of major challenges we have faced.

None of this has been easy, y’all. None of it.

Let’s recap since February 2016. The 15th, to be exact was when Baby Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in her neck. That is the day I will never forget. Baby cancer will do that to you. Looking back, it’s absolutely a devastating event that forever altered our lives. But it is also absolutely the time we have seen more blessings than we have ever witnessed.

With this news, there was not even a doubt that I would help our daughter and her husband with Wren and big sis Phoebe.

We moved away from our beautiful Savannah home, renting it out because it’s too soon in the mortgage to sell. We knew the expenses we would incur would be substantial. We own an RV and we moved into it.

We spent a full year renovating Six Little Acres with horrid contractors. I was in charge of the whole project and had to navigate it from a distance from either Savannah or the children’s hospital. All this while living in the RV near Savannah and me driving to Atlanta every 21 days for 13 rounds of baby chemo.

Our plan was to accomplish this place with no debt. We didn’t make that goal. We had to go into debt and now we will pay that as we go.

We finally finished this build/remodel in late May. I moved in and lived as sparsely as I’ve ever lived. Paper plates. No dresser for my clothes (I’ve successfully used cardboard boxes). Very few chairs, a borrowed pot and pan, no toaster, no washer or dryer and no TV. Everything we owned was in storage and Ninja would bring as much as he could every time he came. Im 58 years old. Let me just say that I am completely over hauling laundry to a laundromat either near SLA or at the campground. Over it, y’all.

We have been married nearly 41 years. Besides the washer and dryer, we have a good bit of stuff even though I pared it down a lot before we moved. Check this out: knowing how I needed furnishings and necessities, Ninja Man tirelessly loaded his truck after working 10 hour days (he had help only once) and drove the 3 1/2 hours from Savannah to our new home. He did this nearly every Friday for over four months.

He’s 64. There were bookcases and heavy boxes.

It’s a lot, y’all.

Fast forward to tonight. I can’t describe how tired we are. I’m too tired to cry. Too tired to put on my PJs. So I won’t do either.

Ninja Man and I left the RV (I was there to get some things done in Savannah) about 9:30 this morning. Instead of sleeping, I’d spent several hours being anxious about the SneakMobile being towed. Oh, I didn’t want to. I didn’t even expect to. It’s just a byproduct of being the sweet and loving control freak that I am.

Anyway, he drove the 26′ truck with The SneakMobile in tow. I drove his huge pickup truck.

Being the control freak that I am, I was surprised that once we were on the road, I really wasn’t worried at all. The SneakMobile is obedient, and followed along as if it we do this all the time.

Here we are challenging another U-Hauler to a duel.

Don’t worry, I never looked at my phone to take this picture. Seriously. It’s just a rare talent that I discovered shortly after the invention of picture-taking-phones.

Four hours later (only 30 extra minutes from our usual time) we were turning in at Six Little Acres.

Can I just tell y’all how big this is? Huge. Huge, y’all.

And that 26′ truck was filled, as momma would say, “to the gills.”

Having spent so much already, I put a call out on Facebook for help. Even though the offer was for pizza-compensation, we had folks eager to come at this crucial time.

Crucial because:

Both Ninja and I have issues with our right shoulders. Mine due to a hard fall on concrete, his a mystery injury. I asked him if he was with his shoulder at the time it was injured, he assured me he was. We have no clue what happened but he will get an MRI next week.

And can I just say that I saw my X-ray and I’m downright skinny up under all this fluff. Skinny bones. Yep. That’s me.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of the “during”. I will start on boxes tomorrow, right after I sleep until somebody makes me drag my drivin-all-over-the-dang-place-paper-plate-using-laundromat-hanging-out-whiney butt out of the bed.

And not a moment sooner.

Thanks for stopping by, and thank you all who have been praying for Baby Wren. Keep it up please, she has a ways to go yet.

God bless,

Kathy Bo.

Sleep is overrated

It’s 3:45 in the morning and I can’t sleep.

Most of the time the reason I can’t sleep is because my mind is overcome with concern over our grandLittle Wren’s illness, other family needs, finances, and the fact that right now, Ninja Man and I are living in two different cities until his retirement is a reality.

But tonight it’s different.

I’m excited.

I didn’t know I was excited until I had spent maybe an hour lying there, wondering why I couldn’t sleep. I tossed. I turned. I prayed for people. I thought about reading, but Ninja Man was snoring beside me and the light might wake him.

I finally slipped out and, followed by the dog who never leaves my side, I quietly closed the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen.

That’s it.

My kitchen was becoming familiar.

There was the salt and pepper shakers I’ve had for years, right by the stove where they belong. Close by, my cooking utensils filled a decorative jar. The dishwasher, full of favorite dishes, waited to be emptied.

There’s a lamp softly glowing in the living room. Ninja Man installed those energy efficient light bulbs in everything so the lamp can stay on for ages and barely click our meter. I love seeing its gentle light as it stands sentry in an otherwise dark room, illuminating a small collection of photos of Ninja Man and me.

Until recently, this “new” home has been sparsely furnished with items we have been given or had to purchase. Until yesterday I’ve had disposable cups and paper plates. Even the sofa, love seat and recliner are some we purchased from a yard sale.

All of this because everything we own has been in storage. Most of it still is.

I’m not nearly as materialistic as this may read, but I do enjoy some of the familiar things that have made our house a home for many years.

This has been an expensive and exhausting time in our lives and it isn’t over yet. We really can’t afford the huge moving van so almost every weekend Ninja Man arrives in his pickup truck, loaded with as much as he could haul from one of our storage units. We will do it this way until we get it down to U-Haul size. Meanwhile, he has been awesome by bringing as much of my crafting and sewing supplies as possible, and my studio is coming together really well. But the stuff he brought this week was special.

There was a box marked “favorite everyday dishes” and yes, they are. Another held daily silverware, something I’ve missed quite a lot. Others held my mixing bowls, a toaster oven, dish towels and many things I “need” in my kitchen. I unloaded several of these boxes and filled the dishwasher. It was running late into the evening.

It wasn’t anxiousness or worry this time. I couldn’t sleep because I’m so happy my house is becoming our home. It’s almost like Christmas, and Ninja Man has to many more trips to make before everything finds its way here.

But for now I’ll enjoy what we have. Oh, and dream about the fact that the Emotional Baggage Room will have a floor by the time Ninja Man leaves on Sunday! This is huge, y’all. It’s a game changer. More on that later!

Y’all be blessed, keep up the prayers for baby Wren, and know I appreciate each of you!

Kathy Bo

 

 

Permit me to burn this

So we passed inspection a few weeks ago (see previous post) but we had so much going on we didn't have time to celebrate.

Oh, we've talked about it. We've planned and planned.

Extensive planning.

All that planning ended up with this:

We planned to have a fire. In a pit.

And that's not all. We planned to burn the renovation permit that was stuck on our door for over a stinkin year.

A year, people.

This is more than a classic cardboard mini-poster thing with black marker and … wait for it… blue painter's tape. This, THIS thing meant we were not allowed to live here until we fulfilled the county requirements. And now we have.

And like the song says, tonight's the night. Oh yeah. It is.

And Ninja Man, creative as he is, added all kinds of memorabilia to the blaze. There were pieces of old siding, a 2X6 from the EBR (our 14 X 44 "porch" aka the "Emotional Baggage Room"), some window trim and assorted bits and pieces from all over the former house.

Through the magic of the interwebs, y'all can celebrate with us!

Here I am directing the process because I'm a control freak:
and here is Ninja Man being all brave with this fire. It's his fire, after all. He's SO ready to toss that thing in. Me too, but I was feeling a bit warmish. It's July. In Georgia. So there we go. It's a done deal. We are living here and and we've had the ceremonial roasting of the permit.

Life is good here at Six Little Acres. We are blessed. Now for getting our stuff here and start decorating and nesting.

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God bless.
Kathy Bo

Success! Life begins at Six Little Acres 

Picture a cheerleader, preferably me in 5th grade, shaking gold and black pom-poms that match my pleated cheerleader skirt and vest, yelling, “Tigers! Tigers! Gooooo Tigers!”  

Well, fast forward 45 plus years, take away the pom-poms and -please- take that uniform too (it won’t fit anyway) and that’s me, on the porch at Six Little Acres yelling, “Inspector, inspector! Gooooo inspector!” I mean, REALLY. GO. LEAVE. VAMOOSE. DONT LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD… well, y’all get the idea. 

Because we passed inspection! Oh yes we did. 

I’m so happy. And I am officially LIVING HERE. Yep. It’s awesome and amazing and even though most of our stuff is still in storage, we are just as cozy as we can be with paper plates and plastic forks. 

So life begins At Six Little Acres. 

There’s still LOTS to do and share so follow us here and on Facebook. We are excited to see what tomorrow brings. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

Still working 

It’s been a busy couple of weeks here at Six Little Acres. 

We are desperately- and I mean DESPERATELY – trying to get everything finished so the county inspector can sign off and we can go on with our lives. 

We are hoping he can come on Friday and also hoping we have done everything we had to do. Not only so we can be done with it but because this has KILT US.

KILT US DET!

Ninja Man can’t use his right hand without pain and my left knee is all jacked up. BUT Favorite Son in Law (FSIL) Ian is still young and to my knowledge, all his major parts are still in working order. 

A couple of fun things:

It doesn’t matter if you have to paint stuff and dig tons of dirt, grass grows and it has to be mowed. 

So I mowed this morning. 

And I took pictures. We shall call this “A View From the Mower”. 

Oh yes. 

We shall. 

Views from the mower make me happy, but mostly if I have already mowed what lies beyond. 
Another thing: 

Chickens and blueberries. 

Favorite daughter harvested about a quart of blueberries this afternoon. She and the Littles also brought eggs from the coop. But it’s not all fun and games, y’all. There’s some serious work going on here. So serious that we had to call for help. Rest up, Ninja Man. Teach those Littles to work. 

Now don’t feel bad for them- they worked super hard for approximately 8 minutes then went on vacation for – well- they are still on vacation. I get it, Littles, it’s hard work. I was over it in 5 minutes. Y’all rocked it. 

Disclaimer: this next shot ain’t pretty. Left these and they just sat there. They didn’t work unless we worked. Nothing magical here, move on. My water fell over. It was DET y’all. Some other things: 

We got rid of this: ohhhhh happy day. Dude left with this eyesore and my check for $350. I was happy and sad all at once. 

The only thing left behind was a terrible stench for a couple of hours because it poured rain for four days after. When the sun came back out we started working again. 

Apparently we aren’t the only ones making a home at Six Little Acres. 

This black widow is now just a memory (and yes, it’s a type of black widow, we Googled it). Anyway, Ninja Man squashed it with his glove. He’s cool like that. I magnified it for your viewing pleasure. 

In other news, my brother came to finish the stairs. He is a REAL carpenter, not pretend ones like we had before. The pretend ones left us high and dry with a huge mess that had to be rebuilt. If we ever see them again I hope it’s with a judge between us, one that raises one eyebrow and stares at them really hard. Yeah. TAKE THAT. 

Anyway, here’s my hero, brother Dave. After he rebuilt and put the (county required) granny bar on the steps, he and Ninja Man got some play time in. (By the way, that bar is required because someone’s drunk granny needed something to hang on to- not saying we don’t need it. I am, after all, a grandma and IF WE EVER FINISH THIS it will be 5 o’clock somewhere.

Anyway, the play date: 

Look closely for the drone. In the first image, it’s above the 2nd pup. In the next, it’s above the silver van. They had fun and marveled at the video of Six Little Acres. One day I’ll try to share one here so you can marvel too. 

It was a busy two weeks. We are looking forward to a burn pit night where we celebrate the end of county required work and the beginning of doing fun stuff for Six Little Acres at our leisure. That’s what we do in rural Georgia, celebrate by burning stuff. It’s a tradition, especially if you’ve sent your dumpster away. 

Thanks for stopping by, and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. We are waiting on a 2nd opinion. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. 

Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” God said it, we believe it. And we proclaim His glory in this precious child. 

Toodles,

Kathy Bo 

The Gatherings at Six Little Acres 

My daughter is enthusiastic about all things organic, home grown and healthy. She is the one watching Six Little Acres for all the edibles that are starting to ripen. 

Let’s start with these. Little wild cherries from a tree in the yard. Here’s what she posted about them: “We harvested wild cherries, I cooked them down with cinnamon, allspice and a little cardamom then added honey and we have wild cherry syrup to add to soda water or pancakes or whatever we like!” She is a master in the kitchen – and trust me, I’m great at the drive thru so she got this talent from her grandmothers and aunts. 

Besides wild cherries, she has found fruity blooms on our pear tree, figs, blueberry, muscadine, scuppernong and a raspberry we thought was mower mulch as someone zoomed over them right after planting last summer. 

Fig buds. 

Figs a week later: 

Old fashioned canning pears. 
Wild cherry blueberries Baby Wren with blueberries raspberries with Sir Winston Poops A Lot. And this. 

Y’all there are chickens. Five, plus a rooster. Daughter and the FSIL come with their chikkin wranglers to care for them each day. And you know what? Those chickens are giving back like only chickens can. Aren’t they just beautiful? 

And I almost forgot: pecans! We have three pecan trees that will be bearing nuts this fall! 

Ohhhh the blessings we shall gather at Six Little Acres. We are pretty excited!

Thanks for stopping by and please subscribe for the latest. And don’t forget to check out Hope for Wren. She needs your prayers and support! 

God bless,

Kathy Bo

This week at Six Little Acres 

Last week THESE didn’t pass inspection. There are MANY issues with these two sets of steps – including wood that isn’t supposed to touch the ground, handrails too wide and steps that are too far apart- and although they we given the specifications, the guys who built them didn’t look at any county requirements before taking our money and running. We DID require them to meet with the inspector and do what he said, and we thought that’s what happened but when the inspector came last week, he called out so many issues it made my head spin. 

“Bring those guys back!” You might say. Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, but just before they left they forgot how to speak English. 

I’m sure that can happen- like maybe they hit each other with some of those 4X4’s, or the sun baked that part of the brain that stores foreign languages, or maybe, just maybe, they never ever (in the year plus that we were dealing with them) COULD speak English and in my baby chemo stupor, I just imagined it all. 
Whatever possessed them to take advantage of us I’ll never know – but one thing is for sure, God knows us well. He knows that we needed every bit of help we could get and He will continue to bless us as we figure out how to rebuild those steps ourselves. FAITH, people! Won’t it be cool to see how God gets us through this? I mean JESUS WAS A CARPENTER- so as one can imagine, I’m pretty excited to see how this gets worked out. 

Beyond that, the inspector said we have to paint all the exterior plus caulk and trim where needed. Now THAT I can do. 

But y’all. Another area of contention is the dirt moving. We have to dig down a bit more. 

By hand. 

Because THIS thing has a $400 price tag to rent for 8 hours!At $400, we just cannot get that big ole thing back out here. 

But all is not sucky, bad, heartbreaking and dismal here at Six Little Acres- oh no it’s not!

Here are some of the good things happening:

  • We are doing as much as we can as often as we can and our daughter and FSIL are helping. 
  • Ninja Man had to leave the country but has returned and brought me airplane pajamas (who doesn’t want a pair of THOSE?!?!)
  • Ninja Man fell off the ladder and popped right back up again. (Hence “Ninja”)
  • We had both son and daughter (and her family) here helping last night. 
  • I mowed (and mowed and mowed) so the yard is only half ugly now. (Still construction debris hanging around)
  • I almost finished the wallpaper in the kitchen – there’s a wee bit more to do once the under cabinet lights are installed. Here’s our FS (favorite son) helping with some hardware- handsome fella, huh? 

Now I know those stairs are bugging y’all. They bug me too- but I have absolute faith that even if I have to do them myself, God will provide what I need – even if it’s YouTube and a box of Band-Aids. We can. We REALLY can. 

Faith y’all, that’s what it’s all about. Those steps, that dirt and some finishes on the exterior and we can move in. 

We are sooooo close. And SO very blessed. Please subscribe and watch for another post about the GATHERINGS here at Six Little Acres. It’s coming soon. 

And please “like” baby Wren’s Facebook page: Hope for Wren. She’s the reason we have seen so much of God’s blessings this past year. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Kathy Bo 

Hiding some UGLY

This ugly behemoth is so ugly no one wants it. “No one” includes the gas companies I called. 

I offered to give it away. 

Don’t want the tank? Ok, then take the gas. There’s 800 lbs of it. Yeah. 

Gas companies: we cannot empty it. We cannot take it. 

And then there was a guy who said no and no to emptying and taking- BUT – he would MOVE IT for us. 

Oh happy day. 

Here’s where it was:I suppose as ugly propane tanks go, this one is not much worse than its counterparts, but our home is completely electric now and the only propane will be used for a generator and whatever outdoor fire pit / cooking we do. 

I may or may not have complained about this tank for over a year now. Ninja Man actually had two days off so I made a few calls and got that thing moved to here: (in the woods!) it’s in a remote area that will not obstruct my view of things like birds, grass and… well, birds and grass. 

We were advised by the tank moving man that it will be a hassle to fill when it gets low. 

What tank moving man doesn’t know is that I NEVER intend to fill it again. What I plan to do is get one of my redneck friends a six pack and get him to cut that sucker in half. 

Now THAT would make an awesome fire pit. Y’all think I’m kidding- nope. My fire pit is just a few hundred gallons away. 

What can I say? I’m a cheap date. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Please visit Hope for Wren on Facebook. 

Kathy Bo 

A beautiful surprise!

My FSIL (if you are keeping up with my blog, you know that’s an acronym for my Favorite Son In Law) anyway my FSIL surprised us BIG TIME while we were on vacation. 

Not only did he mow the yard but y’all: 

 HE PAINTED THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE! 

IT’S PAINTED!! I am verklempt. Honestly I’ve been sitting in the car for 1/2 an hour just looking at this beautiful thing. 

Yes, it’s just a mobile home turned house, and it’s not a mansion, but it’s custom and it’s so very functional for us and the BEST part is is that we LOVE this place as well as our hometown! Yep, Newnan is where we began (for the most part) and after living in Savannah for nearly 20 years, it’s seriously time to come home. 

Here’s what the sad little house looked like when we were here last- and here it is all SPIFFY and beautiful! Can y’all believe it? Man. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. My FSIL is amazing. This beats a dozen roses. It is better than a vacation. It means the world to us. 

We will get the rest of it done as we go. And we are trying to get me moved in THIS MONTH. We’ll see how that goes. 

Meanwhile, there are still things to do – mostly all in our hands now. We can only come on weekends so it may be slow. 

Please keep us in your prayers. We have baby Wren chemo next week. Since Feb 2016, this is round 13 week 3 of 3. Pray that this will be the end of chemo. 

Thank you for visiting, and may God bless you in every way! 

Kathy Bo

PS: baby nap. She’s so adorable. ❤️🙏🏻❤️