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!

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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. ❤️🙏🏻❤️

Appliances! 

I haven’t said much about our appliances because they are often so utilitarian. 

But wait. 

Here’s what: I got the most basic of all stoves because cooking is a necessity. I have a glass top stove in the Savannah house that we are renting out and I really never enjoyed it. 

We went to pick out the stove and the guy started at the very top of the line. I think he saw my eyes start to cross because clearly I wasn’t interested. 

“Show me the cheapest, bottom of the line model. You know, the one with the burner squiggles like I grew up with.”

We walked past every single stove, oven, drop in, freestanding and whatever else. It was even a little dark in the corner of the cheapest stove known. 

It stood, in all its basic glory, beckoning to me. “Let’s cook…..or not,” it said. This square metal thing spoke my language. If it had said, “No, wait, let’s just eat out!” I would have wrapped my arms around it and kissed it right smack in the clock. Here’s my little cheap friend. So basic. Not showy. No filter either. What you see is what you get. We were meant to be. I’ll tell you about the dishwasher while Ninja Man measures whatever he’s measuring underneath the cheapest stove known to man. 

The dishwasher is the ONLY thing we kept out of the original disgusting house. Ninja Man assured me it was new. So new, in fact, he’s not sure it was even used. I made him check it from stem to stern to be absolutely certain there was nothing disgusting about it. He did and he has proclaimed it perfect. Now that fridge is a whole ‘nother story. 

I saved money on the stove, got a free dishwasher so the fridge was my splurge. 

Did I get the one that will text me when we run out of cheese? No. I’m not THAT bad off. But I did get one with some features I will use all the time. There’s a water and ice dispenser on the left door but that right side… ohhhhh.  It does THIS. Ok, now don’t be thinking that’s my actual fridge. This is a screenshot from the interwebs. The ACTUAL one has no food in it yet. We just got plumbing and electrical finished so I haven’t felt good about having food stored on temporary power. 

But THAT LITTLE DOOR Y’ALL!! Isn’t it the cutest? I know. I’m gonna be playing house big time. 

“Would you like some ketchup with that?” My guest will look up from their coffee, confused, but quickly realizing I’m in my playing-house mode and they will completely understand. We will then discuss where to go to dinner. (They will know my stove is mostly decoration). 

There’s a water heater which irritated us because it had to be here- then moved there- then had to be covered like this and that. Just heat the water. You have ONE job water heater. 

There’s a built in microwave too. I have no clue what it looks like or what it cost. I was busy hugging the refrigerator and hubby just went to aisle 12 or somewhere and came back with a microwave. It was all very magical. 

What’s next at Six Little Acres? Oh, we never know. But we are very eager to get in there and call it home! 

Thanks for stopping by! Please pray for Wren (on FB: Hope for Wren)

God bless. 

Kathy Bo 

We are getting SO close

It’s almost time to start asking the burly guys in our group of family and friends if they like free cold beer. And pizza. Yeah that: cold beer and pizza.  We might even throw in some cheesy sticks. All because we need help loading and consequently, unloading trucks.

Yes, we are expecting to move me in during May! Can you believe it? This has been a long and difficult process! We are ready to get it over with.

Here’s what:

1) I am moving in first. Ninja Man will come often but mostly on weekends until he retires. He wants to retire every single day. I said I’ll have twice as much husband and half as much money. Ain’t nobody got time fo dat. 

2) why I’m moving before him is we have a 2 year old grandLittle who has cancer and I’m 1/2 of her care team. The 3.5 hour drive is difficult from our CAMPER to her house so Six Little Acres is only minutes from my daughter and it’s a great place to retire. 

3) Yes, I said CAMPER. We rented our Savannah home out so we would be financially better able to navigate this storm. We moved into our 5th wheel RV last August. We aren’t seeing any increase in funds between the travel and home renovation, plus the storage unit bills and rent at the RV park. It’s almost a wash but since last August we were able to see if we like “living” in the RV.  It’s no secret: This one of us is over it. 

4) AND there are so many hoops to jump through before we can live there. Trim has to be in. There’s a dip along the back of the house that needs a dirt wall. We need to paint the exterior. 

BUT DEAR READERS: We have electricity and water! We even have a working heat and air system. Y’all. I was just delighted when we could flush! So you can imagine how exciting it is to flip a light switch and have lights now and then. 

I’m actually AT the children’s hospital now- its chemo week- so I’ll just toss some quick photos that my FSIL took. FSIL= favorite son in law y’all. Ninja Man working on the kitchenthis. THIS Y’ALL! There’s lighting! And water! And flooring! And appliances! Now THIS 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 is the master bath vanity. It looks better now that all the plumbing has been installed. Grumpy Plumber is all done and we are hoping he is not so grumpy anymore. Ninja Man helped me and the FSIL paint the EBR. That’s Six Little Acres slag for “Emotional Baggage Room”. It’s a huge multipurpose room that is suitable for a variety of activities such as:

  • Sleeping with those windows open
  • Gathering for church or crafting events
  • Sending Ninja Man out there to do whatever I think or he thinks needs doing. 

See how special this room is? Yeah, it’s big: 14X44 and Pinterest is even baffled. A bowling alley? Maybe. So if you’ve been a follower of my blog, you’ll know that saloon doors were planned for the master bedroom. We nixed that idea when Ninja Man was going to have to rebuild the entire opening. The phone call went something like this:

Ninja: “I’m gonna have to rebuild that opening.”

Me: “Nah, just stick a door in there. We just need to get me moved. We can change it later.”

Ninja Man was so delighted he went and got a door that very day. THAT’S the secret to staying married during the stressful times! Just downshift and go the speed limit. Ain’t nobody in a big hurry to be right or to get what they want. Just chill out. It will happen or it won’t. Baby cancer? Now THAT is something to dig your heels into and fight for all it’s worth. But a door? Nah. That’s nothing. Gee whiz, my tolerance barometer goes way, way up now. Ninja Man and I LOVE LOVE LOVE technology. He was ECSTATIC to get this system installed that uses an app (Wink) to run cameras, lights, HVAC and I’m not even sure what else. I told him don’t be messin with those lights when I’m here at night. I might not be a good sport about it. 
I have also told my kids that if they ever send me to a nursing home, it better have perfect wifi so I can post all over YouTube. I do love me some technology. Meanwhile, Ninja Man has promised to teach me how to use the new system. Ok, truth is, he has already TRIED to teach me but I’m going to watch the tutorials – I think we will stay married longer if I do. 

So we are almost there. The outside is still BU-TTHUGLY as we haven’t done anything out there. Daughter says it’s a “sleeper”- looks cruddy outside and gorgeous inside! And that’s the way it will have to be until we slowly get it where we want it. 

I’m beyond excited to move back to our home town and am just waiting for that day in May. Or will it be June….. time will tell. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Please pray for Baby Wren #hopeforwren

Kathy Bo

A sneak peek 

I posted this on the Six Little Acres Facebook page, but just in case you missed it, here’s a before and…. well…. during. Guess I’m too stinkin excited to wait! Let’s just talk about that “before” image. 

It smelled as bad as it looks. No. I’m serious y’all. 

Think stank, then add roadkill. That’s still not quite it but doggone close. ALL the materials from that kitchen have been replaced. 

That “during” photo? Ohhhh. I can’t wait. I have lots of design plans- one of which includes a rolling island! I love to move things around and repurpose whatever I can so I will use the island in the kitchen, living room, studio and that whopping big porch-room-thingy we added. 

We are on our way today to work on Six Little Acres- it’s about a 3.5 hour drive- and here’s what we plan to do: 

Finish flooring in the kitchen (We are ALMOST there!) Move fridge, stove, dishwasher and microwave into their new home, then paint this room: the ceiling is primed and the walls are already cut in, thanks to our FSIL (y’all remember that means favorite son in law?) No? See him here! Flooring will happen here over the next few weekends. 

Psssst: here’s a secret news flash! THE HVAC GUY IS COMING TODAY! What what!?!?! Yes. We expect to push a button and have heat and air. It’s like the Flintstones moved to the Jetsons. 

Sing with me. OH HAPPY DAY! (Here’s your part: Oh happy day!) my turn: WHEN JESUS WALKED (you: When Jesus walked!) Me: OHHHHH WHEN HE WALLLLLLKKED now you sing that too- ok me : HE WASHED OUR SINS AWAY! 

We get to sing this part together: OH HAPPY DAY! 

Thanks for stopping by, thanks for trying to imagine how stinky that kitchen was (because now I know you’re almost as happy as I that it smells tons better) and thanks for singing with me! 

The biggest news today is that our two year old grandLittle Baby Wren starts another 3 rounds of chemo on Monday. I’ll be there. Y’all please pray for her – that the chemo will kill this cancer, irradiate that tumor and not affect any other part of her tiny body. Follow her page on FB at Hope For Wren. There’s a purple icon with a pink bird on it. 

Have a blessed day! 

Kathy Bo