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.
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.
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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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