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 

Big week at Six Little Acres 

There were a few goals that had to be met before we were officially done with our contractor. 

Sheet rock had to be installed and finished, cabinets had to be installed in the kitchen and French doors had to go in. 

Oh. And those ridiculous toe kick boards on the exterior stairs. Ridiculous because the county requires them. I cannot count the number of times in my 58 years that I have successfully navigated a set of stairs without plunging through the slits between them. Apparently it’s a talent, at least in our county. 

In between these contractor duties were our responsibilities of painting the walls with primer, specifically the kitchen and at least one bathroom. 

So for the past two days Ninja Man and my favorite son in law have been working up a storm while I babysat the Littles. 

And people, we have PROGRESS! 


The kitchen will be the perfect size for the two of us. We are currently living in our RV so this is like the Taj Mahal, y’all! 

See that sink? Yep. That’s my FARM SINK!!! Oh yes it is. It will fit perfectly, it’s just not installed yet. 

Now let’s talk about those French doors. 

They lead into the room addition, which we fondly refer to as our emotional baggage room. I just keep envisioning these doors with seasonal wreaths hanging from them. I’m going to love them!

And by the way, they are just one of very few doors that open into a room here at Six Little Acres, because I’ve taken every single chance to have sliding barn doors. There’s a post about my doors here on the blog. It’s dated July 20, 2016. 


We are in our 10th month since I signed the papers on Six Little Acres. Ten LONG months with more delays and disappointments than I care to recall. But you know what? We have also had an overwhelming number of blessings. Overwhelming. 

If you have kept up with my posts you’ll recall why we took this on when we did. Our grandLittle Wren was diagnosed with cancer one year ago this month and we have been working toward getting me moved here. I’m 50% of the care team on chemo weeks so her daddy can keep her big sis Phoebe.  

A year. 

It’s been a year of heartache and blessings. 

What a mix. We have another chemo week starting on Monday. I need my home finished. We are in the home stretch. 

Oh, and that flower heart? It’s from camellias, gently picked and arranged by these two: 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Kathy Bo. 

The bright side

Things have been a bit trying here at Six Little Acres. 

I’ll compile a list of do’s and dont’s one day after a few margaritas. If I do it now I’ll have to repent. If I do it after, it will be hilarious- and man, do we need to laugh!! Let’s just say if you hire a plumber, check for any and all cracks. Our guy wasn’t a “real” plumber. We just found out we have to start all over. This will most likely rate #1 on my “don’t” list. 

Our bright side today is twofold. 

First, we have a front porch that is getting a much needed paint update. What you’re seeing is the first coat of primer, so it’s pretty bland right now but it’s easy to imagine how the place will come to life once we get all the painting done. 

And by the way, I had to stop at Walmart while I was covered in white paint. One of the managers walked by and jokingly asked if I’d been painting. All I can say about that is this: good thing he didn’t ask on Plumber Crack Day. 

So here’s the before:


After: 

I know, it’s not much, but to us it’s hope for this otherwise hopeless day! 

Next, we have a kitchen! Well, somewhat. The cabinets were delivered this morning. We have to store them until the drywall goes in, which was supposed to have happened weeks ago, but this project is nowhere and I mean NO where ready due to the case of severe plumber crack. (Tune in *much* later for our shed renovation!) 

Remember that IKEA farmhouse sink I posted about before? No? Well, here it is again:

And here is its faucet: have you ever?!?! I can’t wait to use it. 


Here is the cabinet it will sit in- and YES! I WILL FINALLY HAVE A WHITE KITCHEN! I’m sorry, I know I’m shouting, but I’m having to eke (is that a word?) out every smidge of happy I can muster today due to plumber crack. 


See that little metal thingie just inside? It has a little bar light. I don’t recall adding that but apparently we did. These cabinets are the mass produced kind but just right for Six Little Acres. They make me happy. 

Here’s a corner piece that features a lazy Susan. I always felt uneasy about calling out all the Susans in the world who may very well not be lazy, but in my defense it IS an industry term- so here it is. 

Y’all. I’m actually cheering up. This white kitchen with the distressed vinyl flooring (vinyl because we are spending ALL our funbucks on plumber crack) is going to be awesome. I can’t wait. 

But first we have to have plumbing estimates. I have three scheduled now. I think one margarita for each estimate is pretty much fair. Brace yourself for an anything goes blog post. 

Meanwhile, in all seriousness, we are a family of faith! I’m not a heavy drinker, however, this plumbing situation may very well be a catalyst for some folks- but we are faithful and we know that God has a plan. Unlike that empty margarita glass, He has never, EVER run out. Never. And all the plumber cracks in the world will not change His promise!!! He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you… plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” 

We have hope. We have a future. Today we rely on faith and provision to get past the issues we are facing and finish this sweet little disaster called Six Little Acres. 

Thanks for stopping by! I’d love to read your comments, so please feel free to post. God bless! 

Kathy Bo. 

IKEA farm sink

I can’t even say how long it has been since I first wanted a farm sink. What is a farm sink? I dunno, but my definition is a very large apron sink. 

I found one online at IKEA and fell in love with it, but actually getting it was a huge challenge.  Once I ordered, I found that you cannot do some very basic things once you’ve surrendered you hard earned money to IKEA. 

You cannot track an order on the IKEA website. 

You cannot access your order. 

You can do nothing towards seeing what you have ordered. 

What you can do is call the 800 number. 

I called IKEA and held on for 23 SOLID MINUTES before getting a human. 

I told the human, “Wait a minute. This is 2016! We’ve been tracking orders for a hundred years!” 

Human was not amused. 

I had an email – not an order confirmation- oh no- that sort of thing apparently is too high tech for IKEA. The email showed it had shipped, via some carrier, and it gave an order number. I gave that number to Human. 

“It has shipped,” Human informed me. 

I was now into about 28 minutes to find out what I already knew. 

I was told to call the shipper to get more information. 

I called. I was told immediately that the sink was broken- or lost- and IKEA should have gotten with me to replace it. There was a faucet too. It was going to be held for the replacement to arrive and they would ship together. 

Oh happy day. 

Well, except that I now had to go through all that IKEA customer service call stuff again. 

We were in the process of a mega move. Why mega? Because: long story. Trust me, it will make you cry. Ugly cry. I’ll save the whole sordid tale for a night out where ice cold low carb beer flows from a tap. Then we will laugh and laugh and laugh. In between bathroom breaks I’m really funny when I get ice cold low carb beer on tap. Really funny. 

A few calls later and my sink was on its way. It finally came, amid a bit of drama (full disclosure on cold beer night).


Isn’t it adorable? Joanna Gaines uses these all the time on her Fixer Upper show. 

But as fabulous as my 108 lb, 36″ sink is, it’s just a fancy birdbath unless you have a faucet. 

And my long-awaited sink/birdbath needed a really neat faucet. One just like this:


And that happened to be the one that is, to this day, waiting on its sink in a dark corner somewhere on a loading dock. 

So I called IKEA and got a REAL human, one who clearly excels at everything IKEA and without a doubt is an overachiever in life. She is probably also cute and will be cute even when she is old. 

I liked her anyway. 

So much so that I asked for her supervisor so I could share how helpful she was in getting my replacement faucet on its way to me. 

IKEA may lack what most third world countries have in decent customer service, but I still love their products. Even better are their meatballs. But that’s when I’m fortunate enough to be able to actually go to the IKEA store and not order online or by phone. 

Imagine the length of time to get meatballs delivered. I’d starve. 

So the sink is here and the faucet FINALLY shipped 8 days (7 to 10 was the timeframe) after I called. It is actually paired with a tracking number and FedEx will bring it on Friday. 

I’ll post a selfie with it on social media and only readers of this blog will have a clue about why I’m posing with a faucet and a smile. 

It will be a great story to share. At least if we have some cold beer first. Then it will be hilarious. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo