Snow at Six Little Acres

It rarely snows in Georgia. Well, I mean, we get flurries sometimes and we get black ice too often, but an accumulation of snow? Rare.

Super rare.

So when the big fat flakes started falling yesterday and the grandLittle Phoebe Jo proclaimed she would make a snowman, I was hoping she would not be disappointed. After all, the weatherGuessers said we only had a 20% chance.

And it is Georgia, y’all.

We got about four inches of snow and it was just perfect for our first winter at SLA. No power outage, no limbs down, no worries about getting to work this time (we are retired) and no problems at all.

One might say we deserved a perfect day after the baby cancer-home renovation-living in a camper year and a half we have had.

I might agree. Ok, I totally agree.

Anyway, here are some beautiful shots of a few of the Six Acres. Most taken by my daughter (she took a stroll through the woods) and some taken by me.

The first picture show the chicken tractor in the foreground. There are chickens all snuggled up in there. They are so happy they left us some eggs.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless.

Kathy Bo

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Another milestone at Six Little Acres

Considering what our family has been through in the days since Baby Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, November 7, 2017 seemed so far away.

That was the date Ninja Man would retire.

Well, November 7, 2017 came. In between the day of the news (February 15, 2016) and what will now be forever known as Retirement Tuesday, Ninja Man and I have had a difficult path to navigate. In order to help our daughter and her sweet family, we rented our home out so we could afford to build near her at Six Little Acres without debt.

During that time there were too many trips back and forth to count.

It was also during that time we moved from the house to our 5th wheel RV. It was our initial plan when we bought it but we never planned to “need” to live there.

And during that time we renovated what has become home to all of us. Daughter and family are living here with us for now, making us a family of six.

While the “no debt” thing didn’t work out (we had to borrow some funds to get as far as we are), this place, y’all, is exactly what the doctor ordered. Especially for a family who is on the mend from their most difficult 21 months (and counting).

But on November 7, this guy drove up to the RV wearing one of two shirts I made for him to commemorate the big day.

Not being needed back at SLA right away, we stayed the week at camp, seeing friends and doing stuff campers do. Yes, there was food, bonfires, laughter and tears (me).

We headed home the Sunday after Retirement Tuesday. Daughter and family were so excited to see us and even celebrated Ninja Man’s big day with balloons and a banner. I LOVE festive decorations and this made me decide to have a banner of some sort on the porch year round. What? Yep. We are free from our former home’s HOA and I can make one out of anything I want so I’m gonna. By the way, our little princess isn’t in this photo but her mommy, daddy and sweet sister is.

We rested up Sunday and Monday for, well, we had absolutely no schedule whatsoever, so basically we rested up just because we could. For the first time in AGES. No alarms to set. No trips to drive. It’s been a very, very long and stressful 21 months to get to this point.

On Tuesday, this guy (yeah, he loves his shirt) was collecting branches for the fire pit we have yet to build. We are currently using just what we have, but with plans to have a pretty cool one later. One of those fires are ok to roast marshmallows on (grandLittle bait) and the other is we-have-no-clue-what-was-in-that-barrel-so-Heaven-knows-we-aint-cooking-over-it.

There was one little princess who was so excited to see her Poppa Bo. All of our grandLittles love this man so much. It just melts my heart to see them snuggle up to him.

So, after many, many difficult months and thinking it would never happen, we finally left this place where we have made lifelong friends.And this is also the first time we haven’t had to store BoTown, our RV.

I love this door. I love this wreath. I love Six Little Acres.

It’s good, y’all. Really good.

Thanks for stopping by, and God bless.

Kathy Bo

The bed

Ninja Man and I have purchased a few beds in our 41 years of marriage. While none of them were bought with much enthusiasm (sadly, a bed is a necessity, much like a new toilet seat) I have to say I couldn’t wait for this last one to arrive.

So, here’s the thing. In 41 years we have aged as well as expanded. Yeah. That queen sized bed was replaced with a king over 10 years ago.

In that time, Ninja developed a kicking thing and I developed a menopause thing that, combined, was awful. And by “awful”, I mean absolutely hellacious. I spent many, many nights on the sofa and many irritable days after little sleep due to our combined kicking/menopause syndrome.

When we bought our RV, it came with a king bed that is on a wooden platform. This became a solution- BUT what I found for Six Little Acres is DA BOMB!

It’s two twin beds on a platform.

Oh yes it is.

What’s a platform bed? Well, here’s the video we found and it has storage underneath! Check it out here.

First, we bought only one because I was here by myself for several weeks. It comes in a box, all rolled up in a bundle with the air sucked out. It was pretty cool unwrapping it. The price for two of these was SO much less than any queen or king mattress we’ve ever bought.

I’m not compensated for this- just wanted to share because it’s such a great solution for us.

Now- I have no idea how long these things will last but so far, so good.

And while I’m not ready to do a home tour since we are still unpacking, this is how the bed looks now. I know the pillows are not properly plumped for the blog world, but hey, it is what it is. I still have a room FULL of boxes to unpack. I get a pass, right? Hard to tell it’s not one mattress.

Unless you have a kicker or menopausal crazy lady keeping you awake.

He can kick and I can toss and turn. We are sleeping like a dog in the sun. I know that for sure because here’s my dog. Almost asleep. In the sun.

Oh and here he is in between the mattresses. He likes it there.

While we DO have to push the mattresses back together each morning, we are working on a way to keep them as “one”- meanwhile it’s a good solution for Six Little Acres.

And now I’m gonna take a nap.

Thanks for stopping by and check out Six Little Acres on Facebook for extra content!

Also please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. She’s on a new cancer therapy and we need this one to be “the cure”.

God bless.

Kathy Bo

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

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

 

 

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