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

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 

Sweet (?) painted lady

Currently, I have paint pretty much all over- yes, from head to tennis shoe. The color? Accessible beige- because that is a fabulous neutral color for us here at Six Little Acres. How it looks on me? Not so sure. I plan to gauge that by the reaction of the general public when I go for some lunch.  

Most of the rooms will have this color on the walls, mainly because of these fun facts:

A) A man will live here so a few gallons of “pink petals” was not a real option. 

B) It really is a great color. It looks lighter or darker, depending on the amount of overhead lighting, sunlight, or how many margaritas I may or may not have had. 

C) I can repaint whenever I want- which tends to happen frequently where I abide. Ninja Man does not like it when I watch HGTV and Joanna Gaines comes out with a new color. 

Anyway, it’s Monday. Just a matter of three short days ago I was helping daughter and baby Wren during chemo at a children’s hospital. I can’t even. 

How does one go from baby chemo to working on a huge project Ike Six Little Acres? Faith, y’all. 

When morning slapped me in the face I put on my Big Girl Underoos, got my butt outta bed, put the three stooges in the car, stopped at McDonalds for a biscuit and Coke Zero, and came on out to work. 

Pandora has THE BEST music station called Country Hymns Radio. Oh y’all. Those old gospel songs just ring in my heart. 

I was singing at the top of my lungs and painting up a storm when my middle stooge Miele, came to my aid. I think she figured I must be dying. What else could that noise be?

So this happened. I had to take a break and hold her, reassure her that I would survive, at least long enough to dish out her next meal. 

Oh- and those shoes? They are to work in. Fugly. That’s what they are. Don’t judge. 

Here’s my latest project. Keep in mind my goal is just  getting paint on the walls. Okay, and all over me. That floor had clumps of Sheetrock mud that I scraped and scraped (feeling sorry for me yet?) and then vacuumed up with our handy dandy shop vac. The floor is ready for that wonderful vinyl flooring but I’m hesitant to DIY because Ninja Man would pop a vein if I start cutting with his power saw. Of course if THAT happened I’d have to start all over with “pink petals”- ain’t nobody got time fo dat. Goal: keep Ninja Man alive. 

While I began this day overwhelmed and in more despair than I care to blog about, I have a host of friends and family keeping me in prayer- and that keeps me going and doing all the difficult tasks that seem to keep piling up in front of me. 

Sweet painted lady? Maybe. I guess I’ll wait till the biscuit wears off and see how hangry I get. 

Meanwhile, break is over. I have another room to tackle!

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres! God bless. 

Kathy Bo