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. 

Hey- Six Little Acres has a Facebook page! There’s extra content that doesn’t make it into the blog, so be sure and “like” the page. 

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

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. 

And it begins. 

It’s Wednesday, April 20,2016. But our renovation story began a few weeks ago. 

I’ve been semi-retired for a few years and my sweet husband John is hoping to have a date for retirement soon. 

Meanwhile, we have been trying to figure out just “how” this plan is going to come together. We have prayed a lot over it. We have considered so many options of where as well as how to live once we retire. 

Our first plan was to buy an RV and live in it as we travel the US. But when we took a 13 day trip (see my RV blog here!) we (ok I) said, “Well THAT was crazy!” And we decided that we would need a launching pad.  

 The “launching pad” could be anything from a warehouse apartment to an old church for sale. As far as settling down was concerned, we were as open as could be.  We didn’t have to consider being close to work or even good schools. 

This was truly a first in our 40 years of marriage. 

Suddenly we could think of just us. Well, sorta. 

We agreed that we wanted to be close to our two kids and their families. The problem with that was they live four hours away from one another. 

It was a few weeks after February 15 of this year that it became clear. We would retire near our hometown, just minutes away from our daughter and her family.  February 15 is the day her 17-month old baby girl was diagnosed with neuroblastoma cancer.  She has a good prognosis and an awesome medical team, and we have FAITH that God has a better plan for this baby.  

 Since Baby Wren is having treatment and will be monitored for several years we felt it was a no brainer to settle there. Our daughter needs me now and when I drive the four hours to help, I’m blessed to be staying in a garage apartment at my nephew’s home. 

My daughter was the one who found this place and it is perfectly located just on the outskirts of my favorite town. Our realtor got the ball rolling, we made an offer and now we are just five days from closing. 

THE TRAILER

  There is an elderly man living there now. When we went to see it, it was dark inside, but even in that dim light, we saw that it needs a lot of work. It’s a 1983 double wide (shall we call it “vintage”?) and there are soft places in the floors, a porch on the back rumored to have never been attached to the house, a nice covered porch on the front, two wells and a septic tank that passed inspection just today. 

And there are birds. And old pecan trees. A pear tree, camellias and dogwood trees. And it meets all the requirements of us both. He wanted land in the country, I wanted to be near everything.  This little treasure is just 8 miles from all my favorite stores. 

Besides all these wonderful things to look forward to, daughter is planning a garden! We would love for it to look like THIS: 

 I can’t wait. 

After closing on Monday, I’ll head out to the new place and start clearing out whatever is in the way to see how the “bones” are. 

Best case scenario is that we can live in it after renovation (don’t worry, I’m all about Pinterest!). I’m already planning on using light colors to brighten the place up. Here are some ideas that blogger Elizabeth Phillips shared on her blog! Click Here to see it!

    
   
THAT is why I think we can. I’m so encouraged by Elizabeth’s blog and I eagerly await her next post! 

Next scenario is that it may not be suitable for actually living in but with a few walls knocked out and some linoleum thrown down, it will make a dandy studio. I’m an avid crafter- papercrafts, sewing, knitting and crochet- to name a few. I’d have plenty of space to set up a crafting classroom!

Worst case scenario is that it is an awful-no good-termite eaten-rat infested haven of doom and we just have to bulldoze it. 

I’ll have a better idea of that next week. 

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Thanks for following! God bless.

Kathy Bo