Will someone please tell me how it’s the middle of November already?
Happy Monday to all, by the way. I don’t tell you enough, but I really appreciate you stopping by! I know your time could be spent elsewhere, so I’m honored you want to spend a few minutes at My Place. I hope by now you know you are ALWAYS welcome.
As you know if you’re a regular here, last week was one of “critical timing” at our house. Everything had to hit *just right* if we’re going to stay on schedule to move out of our old house and into our
new temporary quarters at Wild Rose Farm by the end of the month.
Monday began with a rental delivery and lots of trench digging. Thanks, Renaissance Man!
Tuesday was spent running water pipe from the barn all the way up the hill to the new travel trailer site. While we were at it, we laid pipe down to the orchard, too. No more lonnnng water hoses necessary next year!
Wednesday we flew to Texas to pay tribute and lay to rest a brother-in-law.
By Thursday noon Renaissance Man was back at site prep—and I was running errands.
Friday he finished sitework while I stayed home cleaning out drawers and shredding papers. Honestly! How long had it been? 🙁
By evening we were both “over it” and spent a few hours at an auction. It’s the closest place to go where there’s no phone service, so a quiet evening is guaranteed!
Thankfully, we got no rain this week, so Saturday morning’s “new house” delivery stayed on schedule.
It was still tricky…
Before purchasing the fifth wheel travel trailer, we met with the delivery man to be sure we could get it onto our property and into place.
The verdict: Using our primary entrance, we couldn’t.
There was an immovable boulder in the way.
But . . .
going through our neighbor’s pasture and coming up from below then backing the trailer into a “made to fit” opening, it should be do-able—if it didn’t rain.
On a cold and windy November Saturday, the delivery went off without a hitch. I didn’t even have to hold my breath!
I’ve never lived in a house tucked in the woods, but I can hardly wait! As I sat inside the trailer—trying to decide what to bring from home and where to store it—leaves fell silently around me. Birds sang. Cows mooed.
It was so peaceful.
I’m sooooo ready for peaceful.
Soon final hook-ups will be done and we’ll start moving in. In the meantime, I’m making stacks of “must haves”—and continuing to downsize and pack. It’s another busy week . . .
Do you live in the woods? Have you ever? What’s the best—and worst—part about it?
In case you’re counting, it’s only 40 days until Christmas . . . Have you decided on a theme?