The next project: a walking path

I’m pretty excited to share that we are planning a serene walking path at Six Little Acres.

Here’s a video to give you an idea of what we want to do. We are getting estimates on clearing out. Hopefully it’s affordable! Stay tuned!

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Lately at Six Little Acres

It’s July 4 and we are winding down from what can only be called a wonderful day.

We had a task filled morning, he working in the yard while I worked in the EBR (the Emotional Baggage Room).

Daughter and family live here with us and they had a fun day seeing friends before coming home late afternoon.

With everyone home, Ninja Man surprised the Littles by setting up their kiddie pool. The water was nice and warm by the time they put on their swimsuits.

Ninja Man also had a barrel fire going the entire day, burning stuff like boxes (I kept sending them out) and branches. He is increasing our outdoor living space and reclaiming some land from the heavily wooded area beside the house.

As the sun began to set, Ninja Man had yet another surprise for the Littles; an outdoor movie. The water was a bit chilly by then so the girls enjoyed Ice Age in reclining lawn chairs.

Here are some pictures from the day. Nothing fancy, just the way we do things here. It’s been a sweet, sweet day and we are thankful.

Wren and big sis Phoebe Jo played for hours in the pool.

This child’s hair, y’all. Straight out of the pool- my mother would say she has “ringlets” and rightly so. Ninja Man’s outdoor movie. It was such fun. We have four zero gravity outdoor lounge chairs and also camp chairs so everyone was very comfy.

It’s been a sweet day, and so very blessed. Wren is still in treatment (meds for 3 years) but she is stable and able to do anything she wants. It’s an awesome thing considering where we started. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. Purple and pink icon.

Six Little Acres is also on Facebook, visit to see extra content.

Hope your July 4th was great, and thanks for stopping by. God bless.

Kathy Bo

Moving Day

Y’all.

Our stuff is finally here.

Here at Six Little Acres.

Oh yes it is. And we, (the Ninja Man and moi) are exhausted beyond imagination.

Here’s what:

We rented a U-Haul and – through U-Haul- we hired two movers. Y’all remember how I’ve mentioned how blessed we are? Well, those two movers turned into three, and the four hours we paid for were finished in three!

That’s a big deal since Ninja Man had worked a full day and needed to go to bed. It’s just a piece of gravel in a mountain of major challenges we have faced.

None of this has been easy, y’all. None of it.

Let’s recap since February 2016. The 15th, to be exact was when Baby Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in her neck. That is the day I will never forget. Baby cancer will do that to you. Looking back, it’s absolutely a devastating event that forever altered our lives. But it is also absolutely the time we have seen more blessings than we have ever witnessed.

With this news, there was not even a doubt that I would help our daughter and her husband with Wren and big sis Phoebe.

We moved away from our beautiful Savannah home, renting it out because it’s too soon in the mortgage to sell. We knew the expenses we would incur would be substantial. We own an RV and we moved into it.

We spent a full year renovating Six Little Acres with horrid contractors. I was in charge of the whole project and had to navigate it from a distance from either Savannah or the children’s hospital. All this while living in the RV near Savannah and me driving to Atlanta every 21 days for 13 rounds of baby chemo.

Our plan was to accomplish this place with no debt. We didn’t make that goal. We had to go into debt and now we will pay that as we go.

We finally finished this build/remodel in late May. I moved in and lived as sparsely as I’ve ever lived. Paper plates. No dresser for my clothes (I’ve successfully used cardboard boxes). Very few chairs, a borrowed pot and pan, no toaster, no washer or dryer and no TV. Everything we owned was in storage and Ninja would bring as much as he could every time he came. Im 58 years old. Let me just say that I am completely over hauling laundry to a laundromat either near SLA or at the campground. Over it, y’all.

We have been married nearly 41 years. Besides the washer and dryer, we have a good bit of stuff even though I pared it down a lot before we moved. Check this out: knowing how I needed furnishings and necessities, Ninja Man tirelessly loaded his truck after working 10 hour days (he had help only once) and drove the 3 1/2 hours from Savannah to our new home. He did this nearly every Friday for over four months.

He’s 64. There were bookcases and heavy boxes.

It’s a lot, y’all.

Fast forward to tonight. I can’t describe how tired we are. I’m too tired to cry. Too tired to put on my PJs. So I won’t do either.

Ninja Man and I left the RV (I was there to get some things done in Savannah) about 9:30 this morning. Instead of sleeping, I’d spent several hours being anxious about the SneakMobile being towed. Oh, I didn’t want to. I didn’t even expect to. It’s just a byproduct of being the sweet and loving control freak that I am.

Anyway, he drove the 26′ truck with The SneakMobile in tow. I drove his huge pickup truck.

Being the control freak that I am, I was surprised that once we were on the road, I really wasn’t worried at all. The SneakMobile is obedient, and followed along as if it we do this all the time.

Here we are challenging another U-Hauler to a duel.

Don’t worry, I never looked at my phone to take this picture. Seriously. It’s just a rare talent that I discovered shortly after the invention of picture-taking-phones.

Four hours later (only 30 extra minutes from our usual time) we were turning in at Six Little Acres.

Can I just tell y’all how big this is? Huge. Huge, y’all.

And that 26′ truck was filled, as momma would say, “to the gills.”

Having spent so much already, I put a call out on Facebook for help. Even though the offer was for pizza-compensation, we had folks eager to come at this crucial time.

Crucial because:

Both Ninja and I have issues with our right shoulders. Mine due to a hard fall on concrete, his a mystery injury. I asked him if he was with his shoulder at the time it was injured, he assured me he was. We have no clue what happened but he will get an MRI next week.

And can I just say that I saw my X-ray and I’m downright skinny up under all this fluff. Skinny bones. Yep. That’s me.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of the “during”. I will start on boxes tomorrow, right after I sleep until somebody makes me drag my drivin-all-over-the-dang-place-paper-plate-using-laundromat-hanging-out-whiney butt out of the bed.

And not a moment sooner.

Thanks for stopping by, and thank you all who have been praying for Baby Wren. Keep it up please, she has a ways to go yet.

God bless,

Kathy Bo.

An uninvited guest named Irma

We are southwest of Atlanta. We watched the news of Hurricane Irma with great interest, as we have friends and family in Florida and Savannah. We also still own a home in Savannah and so far it fared well.

Being southwest of Atlanta, we figured we’d have nothing more than rain.

We were wrong.

That danged old storm just found her way into places no one expected. And though we had only wind and rain, Six Little Acres was no exception to Irma’s SE trek.

There was rain, lots of it. It was the kind of cold rain that the pups refused to go outside.

All weekend.

We finally devised a plan that meant leading them out and letting them go in the carport. The carport is a metal roof thing with dirt as a floor, so it was perfect for pups “on the go”. This single thing was probably the best plan all weekend.

We had wind that twisted the treetops in a weird and creepy way. That wind got up to a guesstimate of about 40 mph and spread that cold rain with it.

We were ready for a power outage. We had hurricane snacks as well as bottled water, sandwich fixings, canned goods and chips.

Ninja Man and the FSIL filled every gas tank we had just in case we needed the generator.

The grandLittles were stir crazy after a few short hours and needed some chicken-chasin’ outdoors. But as the rain and winds continued, we all just did our best to entertain them.

Here’s a great illustration of Ninja Man, favorite daughter (ok, she’s our only daughter) and yours truly, coping with the storm.

I know. It’s hard to muster up any sympathy. Except for a flicker or two, we never lost power.

Please keep praying for those who were hit hard during this storm as well as Harvey. They may never regain their lives and livelihoods. Having once lost all our possessions in a fire, it breaks my heart to see the devastation reported from these storms across the Caribbean, Atlantic and the Gulf.

Prayers also please for Baby Wren and favorite daughter as they travel to Pennsylvania for more treatment. We are so blessed that they CAN travel. That there IS medicine. That we ARE able to have treatment for our Little. We are blessed beyond imagination.

Thank you for stopping by, and God bless each of you.

Kathy Bo

Cure for dem laundry blues

My washer, dryer and I are finally reunited after a long, long year.

Our dirty laundry has been exposed.

I've washed at the campground and local laundry that is next to a beer joint. I've washed at the Ronald McDonald House when helping during my grandLittle's chemo.

I've carried laundry up and down metal stairs to use a washer and dryer outside a downtown Atlanta motel.

I've loaded my car with no help, got to the laundromat and with people standing at the door, no help holding it open. Same way going back.

But no more.

That whole thing of saving-quarters-till-they-weigh-as-much-as-the-laundry is OH-VER.

Ohhhh veerrrrr.
Here's what:
Ninja Man showed up with these dreamy appliances just this morning. I tried to help him unload, but that has never ever gone well. Just as I was about to lose it- y'all, I mean LOSE IT…. out daughter showed up.

She and her dad share a brain. No really. They do. They got that washer inside and here's who died: nobody.

Again with the dryer. Nobody died.

Partly because I completely left the area. I hid out in the restroom.

Anyway, here I am at Six Little Acres, listening to the swish and gurgle of my washing machine. I think I'm in love.

Sweet (?) painted lady

Currently, I have paint pretty much all over- yes, from head to tennis shoe. The color? Accessible beige- because that is a fabulous neutral color for us here at Six Little Acres. How it looks on me? Not so sure. I plan to gauge that by the reaction of the general public when I go for some lunch.  

Most of the rooms will have this color on the walls, mainly because of these fun facts:

A) A man will live here so a few gallons of “pink petals” was not a real option. 

B) It really is a great color. It looks lighter or darker, depending on the amount of overhead lighting, sunlight, or how many margaritas I may or may not have had. 

C) I can repaint whenever I want- which tends to happen frequently where I abide. Ninja Man does not like it when I watch HGTV and Joanna Gaines comes out with a new color. 

Anyway, it’s Monday. Just a matter of three short days ago I was helping daughter and baby Wren during chemo at a children’s hospital. I can’t even. 

How does one go from baby chemo to working on a huge project Ike Six Little Acres? Faith, y’all. 

When morning slapped me in the face I put on my Big Girl Underoos, got my butt outta bed, put the three stooges in the car, stopped at McDonalds for a biscuit and Coke Zero, and came on out to work. 

Pandora has THE BEST music station called Country Hymns Radio. Oh y’all. Those old gospel songs just ring in my heart. 

I was singing at the top of my lungs and painting up a storm when my middle stooge Miele, came to my aid. I think she figured I must be dying. What else could that noise be?

So this happened. I had to take a break and hold her, reassure her that I would survive, at least long enough to dish out her next meal. 

Oh- and those shoes? They are to work in. Fugly. That’s what they are. Don’t judge. 

Here’s my latest project. Keep in mind my goal is just  getting paint on the walls. Okay, and all over me. That floor had clumps of Sheetrock mud that I scraped and scraped (feeling sorry for me yet?) and then vacuumed up with our handy dandy shop vac. The floor is ready for that wonderful vinyl flooring but I’m hesitant to DIY because Ninja Man would pop a vein if I start cutting with his power saw. Of course if THAT happened I’d have to start all over with “pink petals”- ain’t nobody got time fo dat. Goal: keep Ninja Man alive. 

While I began this day overwhelmed and in more despair than I care to blog about, I have a host of friends and family keeping me in prayer- and that keeps me going and doing all the difficult tasks that seem to keep piling up in front of me. 

Sweet painted lady? Maybe. I guess I’ll wait till the biscuit wears off and see how hangry I get. 

Meanwhile, break is over. I have another room to tackle!

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres! God bless. 

Kathy Bo