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 

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

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.