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 

Wink no mow

We are back here at Six Little Acres for a different kind of trip this time. 

Our GrandLittle Baby Wren is 20 months old and she had surgery Thursday to remove the majority of a cancerous neuroblastoma tumor from her neck. The surgery was successful and she, mommy and daddy are all snuggled in to a hospital bed for the next few days. 

Ninja Man and I arrived on Wednesday evening, just in time to open up the house, unpack and get settled in so we could spend the next day at the hospital.  

Some work has been done since we were here last. A new electrical box was installed, much better than the one that was in there before. 
There’s even a peek-hole at the top. No, we did not opt for the peek hole version- it just came as a bonus. An unexpected surprise, if you will. Our peek-hole, while irritating, is nothing compared to a baby having cancer surgery, so we just said, “oh, pashaw” and went on with our lives. Sometimes that’s the best one can do. 

Ninja Man wanted to bring his truck, which made a ton of sense- until we realized that we would have to drive it in Atlanta traffic and park in an underground garage that has itty bitty spaces. 

So we brought the SneakMobile. It’s my favorite car and I love it probably more than I should. I don’t love it enough to wash it every week, but you get the idea. 

Here we are with the Three Stooges and a ton of stuff crammed into the car. 


It was a very boring trip. This happened: 


Once we arrived, we thought we would mow the grass. 

There was no gas in the tank or in the little can. 

Ninja figured he would just drive to the corner and buy gas. 

Um, no. 

The SneakMobile was filled with lots of goodies for cancer children and their families. The large number of bags were donated by friends of mine. We couldn’t expose such precious cargo to the likes of gas or fumes in the car, and we couldn’t deliver the gifts until the next day. 

So we didn’t mow on Wednesday. 

Thursday was surgery day. It was surreal, like having to see something through because you have no other choice. The chemo rounds and this surgery day was the most adulting I have ever had to do. And I would have taken that disease on myself if it would save baby Wren from going through it. 

So Thursday we just did what we had to do. We went through the motions of a very long day until we were blessed with the news that our GrandLittle did well and was in recovery. 

Driving the nearly hour back, we were mostly silent. When Ninja Man and I spoke it was to talk about the blessings of such a day. 

We didn’t mow on Thursday. 

Friday we tried to do a little bit of work on the Six Little Acres but little got accomplished. He was able to get the gasoline and use the mower and trailer to haul some big stuff to the dumpster but we didn’t take time to mow. 


I was able to spray some seriously chemical hazardous waste on the wall and wipe it down. It came off easily but I was tired and not in the mood.  

 

Ninja Man decided to take a look at this weird corner- the one I want taken out. 


He said nothing was there but a few spiders. Really? They didn’t survive. 

One thing we both felt was important was to install our security system. 
Ninja Man got on it. 

We bought a system called Wink.  It’s the bomb-diggity. You’ll have to Google it to see all the amazing stuff it can do. 

We have been playing with it, enjoying seeing the app say the door has been opened – even if we are standing right in the doorway. 

On Saturday we ended up (unexpectedly) visiting a family member in the local hospital and three hours later, we came back and napped. 

We saw the Little and her mommy and daddy later in the day, went to dinner and now we are sitting on the porch doing nothing. Not even mowing. 

There is so much work to be done here that it’s not even funny. But we realize we are two exhausted, emotionally drained grandparents who have a tiny oasis in the storm and we are just taking some time to get grounded. 

We might mow before we leave tomorrow. We might not. 

If you’re the praying sort, please pray with us for Baby Wren, her mommy and daddy. 
If you like to send jingles or positive thoughts, those are appreciated. But if you don’t know Christ, check out John 3:16. He has a beautiful story. The word “everlasting” is even there. Wow. It’s so worth the read. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless.