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 

Step by Step

Y’all know there’s never a dull moment here at Six Little Acres. 

Today’s menu features a whopping helping of concrete chunks, thrown rather impressively by Ninja Man himself. 

Feel free to say things like, “oomph” and “ummmph”. Ninja could use the encouragement. I know, I know, I’ve asked this before- but is there anything Ninja Man can’t do? 

Okay, 40 years with him and I will say communication is not his cup of tea- but he makes up for it with stuff like this: This morning he began demo’ing (is that even a word?) these steps that were made by today’s version of Laurel and Hardy. Just in case you’re too young to know who they are, here’s an image (silent movie days) and as a bonus, the house they built. Thankful this is NOT Six Little Acres. 

Anyway, Ninja Man and my brother Dave made a concrete pad for our steps. This replaces the ridiculous Laurel and Hardy chunks of concrete that were rather easily broken apart by an axe wielding Ninja Man. 

Here’s brother Dave making his little sis very happy. Seriously, y’all, I cried when he arrived. Now y’all know I cry a lot anyway, but when he got here I was just as thankful as I could be.  I saw him get out of his truck and it was like this.

I’d already been sweating in the sun with a paint roller, heavy gloves, my t-shirt sleeves gathered up with painters tape, a ladder and my flowery rain boots (protection from snakes, right?) Oh, and shorts. Yes I was wearing shorts. 
Now don’t be commenting about how so-and-so got snake bit right through her flowery rain boots because I won’t be able to go back outside. 

Ever. 

The Good Lord knows that after dealing with baby cancer for the last 16 months, that I have NO FEAR – except for snakes. Seriously I would just go ahead and have my heart attack right then and there and it would take weeks to figure out what kilt me. 

Ain’t nobody got time fo dat. And I’m thankful that I have not seen the first one. Yes, THEY have probably seen me. I know. I KNOW. I K*N*O*W so STOPPIT. 😂

Back to the situation at hand. Those steps. 

Here’s what we have now, concrete waiting to dry. What y’all can’t hear is Ninja Man yelling across Six Little Acres, reminding me there are no stairs. 

Awwww.  He’s a keeper. 

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Thanks for stopping by and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

A vacation to remember 

If you’re keeping up with my blog posts, you already know we have had car trouble, we have fallen (Ninja and I are tied at three falls each, our elderly Boston Terrier is at two falls- both through the floor of the house we are renovating.) And we had a day of, “Maybe we should haul this thing off.” 

Man. THAT was a difficult concept. 

That is, until we did the math. 
It made good financial sense to go full steam ahead on the house, despite the fact that we are at 100% of the floors being ripped out and about 30% of studs being taken out. 

Why all the ripping? Well, these guys: 

Termites. Long since dead, BUT the damage! It is awful! And of course, being a “free” home (we paid for the land) we can’t complain that there was no termite letter! 

We have decided they are undoubtedly devil spawn. No really. They are. Trust me on this. Better yet, get your house checked. Now. 

We really wish we could talk to the daughter of the elderly man who lived there and let her know the conditions he was living in. I just keep thinking he needs a full check up.

Seriously.  

But that’s none of our beeswax – so anyway, the floors are out. And I mean OUT. 

The walls are out. Yep. GONE. 

And we have entertained the county inspector as well as an engineer. 

Oh, and the fireplace that we paid to have inspected had never been used. Seriously. 

Now one would think that’s a great thing, right? It’s not. The fireplace insert was the cheapest made back in 1986. It had to go. 

Remember the guy that was going to help us with the floors? Well, God works in AMAZING ways because this young man really seems to know his stuff. He and the engineer were exactly on track and it made for a quick solution in going forward.  

What we have now is this:

1) A crew of knowledgeable people working five (and sometimes six) days a week, rebuilding our little house. 

2) Ninja man and me having the confidence that things are being done well, especially with the engineer is overseeing the work. 

3) Though the costs have gone up considerably, we are still going to have a great home ( now custom) for less than it would cost to build new or buy a new modular home. 

We made the decision to add an awesome back porch. THAT will get its very own blog post. It’s Ninja Man’s dream porch. He deserves it. 

We are at the beginning of many changes. 

Changes as we watch Six Little Acres become home. 

Changes as we move from the expensive HOA home and into our RV- the original plan- as we wait for Ninja to retire. We want to be out of the home so it can be shown frequently. It’s pretty much the best solution if we want to sell it, which we DO. 

I keep feeling like God is leading us towards an October sale. I don’t know. But we began packing yesterday and in Biblical terms, we are preparing our fields for rain. 

God bless and thank you for stopping by! 

Kathy Bo

A very hard day

Ok y’all, I’m just gonna lay this out here. This is my view from the RV. 

I am overwhelmed. 

The work laid out before us just seemed impossible today. I’m wondering HOW can anyone live with the filth this man existed in every single day. And then I feel guilty- I don’t know his story- and while I’m trying to be considerate- today I don’t care to know why, how or what kept him from simply trying. 

I know enough. Today we have peeled back some layers, enough to make us second guess this whole thing. 

No-debt retirement??? If achieving that means we have to live in a slum house then sign me up for the 30 year plan with the house in town. I’d like a pool too, please. 

I’ve cried today. I said a few choice words when I hurt my back – again- and my fingertips are split and covered in bandaids. My hands are in a lot of pain.

Worse- Ninja Man fell really hard and missed a saw blade by “that” much. He skinned his forehead and his shoulder hurt for quite a while. 

He is 62. I am 57 – and a half. 

By afternoon we took some time and sat on the porch, discussing our options. We have a few. 

I made some calls and sent some emails and texts as he and I discussed abandoning this ship or try to hire some deckhands. 

I think it feels good to have “some” power when the odds are so overwhelming, and we felt better once we had voiced our worries about this place. 

And after we talked, you know what we did? 

We went to Home Depot for more supplies. 

I’m not gonna lie. I’m in tears, y’all. I’m exhausted and more than a little concern that we are moving along very slowly. 

I feel a bit defeated today but you know, I expect to be stronger in the morning. We love this place. We love the night sounds, the quiet mornings and every moment in between. 
Stronger tomorrow is the plan. I have to be. There’s a can of Kilz and some paint rollers with my name on it.

Hey- before I sign off, I’m reminded of Philippians 4:13, one of my favorite verses. Today I am emphasizing “can”. “I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”  We are praying for God’s strength and His will. 

Meanwhile we will continue on the path we feel we are being led- albeit tears, bandaids and bruises. 

God bless y’all. Thanks for stopping by. 

Kathy Bo and her bandaids box.