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Category : On the Home Front

A flurry of development

With the house set and our loan re-approved, it was time to do all the things we could not do before the house was placed.  We drove from my uncle’s house to the new house almost every day!  (That took a lot of gas.)  Sometimes, we had more than one service being installed on the same day.

First came the septic system.  But not the kind we used to have when we first got married… the kind that’s just a big tank with a drain field.  Those aren’t allowed here any more.  Now any new septic system has to be a “Mo-dad”, which is basically a self-contained sewage treatment system.  It has an electric pump which constantly aerates the system, allowing waste to break down much more quickly and completely.  Then it goes through a drain field, but any treated sewage that makes it beyond that point is simply piped to a ditch or something.

It seems that once it leaves the septic system, it is actually safe enough to end up in an open ditch.

We were very glad to see the guys show up to install the septic system! Our neighbors and the store up the street had been so gracious to us, and allowed us to use their restrooms quite a few times. Of course, we still needed water and electricity in order to be able to use our own facilities, but it was a start.

After quickly digging the necessary hole, the concrete septic tank is ready to be placed. The black things in front are the pieces to the drain field. I was on antibiotics which made me sensitive to sun, so I had to do my picture-taking from the front steps.

The septic tank is lowered into the hole.

I don’t remember what I was doing while this was being done, but I missed the rest of it.  I was probably trying to find an electrician to come and run electricity to the house.  It would have been about the right time.  I spent several days researching electricians at night and calling them during the day while at the property.  I didn’t get any replies to my messages.

Someone finally told me that most electricians don’t like taking jobs this small.  Wow, really?  $2,500 – $3,000 for a day’s work isn’t enough?  How is your average homeowner supposed to get their electricity hooked up, if no electrician will take the job?  My beloved Shay could have run it, but he simply did not have time.

Meanwhile, we had to show up very early the next morning, to get our well dug.  We are so very blessed!  The water here is soft and good.  All of the horror stories about hard well water, clothes not coming clean, rust stains, all that… it doesn’t apply here.  I researched the aquifer and was anxious to see if it was true.

I would have included more pictures, but they all looked like this! That's pretty much what it looked like all day. At 110 feet, the well was done.

With an above-ground tank to give us pressure and a submerged pump that would always stay primed, we were ready to go once the plumber piped it all in -- if I could find an electrician to hook it up!

Our next trip out, we found gravel on our driveway! No more mud!

I had to run some errand by myself, so Bunny-Wan Kenobi sent a companion with me. Spiderman, of course, with his keen understanding of the laws of physics, was very anxious to wear his seat belt.

Still unable to find an electrician, I mentioned my lack of fortune to a neighbor.  The next thing I knew, the pastor of the local Baptist church was installing our pole and wiring everything up!  I could just see God smiling as He brought everything together.

After putting the pole up, it was time to dig a trench out to the well. I braved the sun for a few moments for this picture.

I never got over the amazement that, when no one else would take the job, a local pastor who just happened to be a master electrician wired everything up for less than half the cost I would have had with anyone else. God is good... all the time.

The pastor and our neighbor across the street discovered a siding crack I needed to address with the dealership.

The pastor passes wire to our neighbor, who came over to see if he could help with anything. The neighbor is pushing the wire into the conduit the pastor has run under the house.

This neighbor and his wife have turned out to be amazing people.  I don’t know what we would have done without them.  They, another family to one side of us, and the pastor and his church have helped us immensely as we get settled here.  We are so grateful to God for all of them!

We have been to many churches.  In all of them, we have heard teachings about loving and helping one another, as the church is supposed to do.  In only a couple, however, have we actually seen the people doing it.  Interestingly, it has been only in the very small churches.  The larger ones have ministries and committees, and part of the offerings go to fund these various outreaches to the sick and poor.  It works okay, I suppose, but there is a disconnect between the members giving and the needs met.

In the small churches, there aren’t enough people for committees and lists of ministries.  People help each other more directly.  While the pastor was at our home once (as a guest), we asked him if he knew anyone who needed some light fixtures.  We had removed seven of ours and replaced them with ceiling fans with lights.  He knew two families who could use them, so we gave them to him.

Right before Thanksgiving, I entered a drawing for a turkey through the local paper.  To my great shock, I got a call saying I had won!  I never win anything, and I had bought a turkey for Thanksgiving, and three more which we had quartered and put into the freezer.  I did not need this turkey, though it was tempting to stick it in the freezer, too.

I called the pastor, who gave me directions to a home just up the street from us.  We drove the turkey over there, and it turned out to be the home of a family we had met, that had just lost a very dear grandmother we had gotten to know a little bit.

When the pastor learned that my mom needed a bed frame, he dug around in his own attic, and gave her one complete with head- and footboard.

This is what the Bible meant about the early church having “all things in common”.  It wasn’t some communist thing, with everyone dumping all their possessions into a pile which was then spread equally to everyone.  It meant simply that if someone had a need, and someone else could meet that need, they met the need.

Acts 2:44-46 And all that believed were together, and had all things common; (45) And sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need. (46) And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart,

So it’s been really neat to see that in action.

The plumber came and ran all the water pipes and waste pipes and tied in the gas range and furnace (who knew it was the plumber, and not the gas company, who did that?).

We got our certificate of occupancy, and the pastor asked when our power was going to be turned on.  When he learned it would take several weeks, he called in a favor — we needed the power on, because we were very close to our scheduled moving day!  Seems he had done something for a man who is in charge of service hook-ups for the electric company for this whole region, and the man had told him if he ever needed anything, just call him.

Next thing you know, this man is standing next to our power pole, calling the local inspector.  “These people need their power on.  They’re getting ready to move in shortly.  I already have my men right here ready to put in the meter.  You need to come inspect this.”  And that afternoon, the power was on.

With power came water. Bunny-Wan Kenobi helped hook up a hose we temporarily snitched from my uncle's house, so we could flush out the well.

It was all true.  The water is excellent!

Now that we had power, the trim crew could come finish the house.  At this point, we were hardly ever at my uncle’s house.  We paid just enough attention to the bunnies to make sure they had food and water and a little lovin’.

One of the things that needed to be finished was the siding on the ends of the house. One man worked on this, while the other worked inside.

The man inside worked to complete the trim of the marriage wall, as well as trim all over the house. He certainly wasn't going to win any fashion awards, but I didn't object. It was hot... though the other fellow working on the siding wore jeans and a t-shirt. Much better.

The threshold, which would cover the gap in the floor, would be finished later.  They didn’t have a color that matched the linoleum, only the trim and cabinets.  So the dealership had oak threshold material milled for me!  We stained it with Minwax Espresso, and sealed it with polyurethane.

As we waited for the trim to be completed, as we had waited for so many other things to be completed, the kids read, and Mom took a nap.

ILoveBunnies found a walking stick. These little things are so fascinating!

Some of the clay had washed down from the pad, pooled in the yard, and dried out. The cracked red clay made a beautiful pattern.

Everything was coming together so quickly, it made our heads spin!  We were so grateful to have refrigeration, running water, and power to run fans.

There was still plenty to do, but we had to keep our eyes on a hurricane that was forming, and projected to come in our direction.




Stressing the deadline

The next day, we drove up and parked on our gravel road.  No way we were going to get stuck in the driveway again!  We walked.

That day, at 5:00pm, was the deadline for our loan.  I was to call for an interview with the bank when the house was completely leveled, blocked, and tied down… and the phone call was to be made by 5:00pm, or the loan offer would expire.  If that happened, and they reviewed our application and decided not to re-extend the offer to us, the house would be pulled back off and carted away.

Surely… both halves were there, they were almost finished being “married”, blocked, and leveled.  Surely the tie-downs would be completed in plenty of time!

When we walked to the driveway from our car, this is what greeted us:

It was their turn to get hopelessly stuck! We found the man we bought the land from pushing the setup crew's truck up the driveway! It seems he just felt he should come over and see if the crew needed any help with anything. God is so good!

The other setup truck got a push, too. Conditions were so sloppy, one of the men already had his shirt off.

I felt so sorry for these guys.  What terrible conditions to have to work in!  If it wasn’t about to storm, storming, or just finished storming, the sun was out and absolutely scorching!  The mud pulled at their legs, causing them to use several times the usual effort to walk.  They got so exhausted.

The kids spotted a pretty little butterfly, so I did my best at a picture of it with my cell phone.

Mom chats with one of the crew, as the odd little caterpillar-treaded machine that pulled us out of the driveway holds the house up for him to add blocks. The axles and the last few wheels are in the foreground. There is nothing mobile about this home anymore!

Yet another funny little machine... this one screwed the anchors into the ground.

By this time, I was getting concerned.  It had taken a lot longer to get to this point than I had expected.  The lady at the dealership, bless her heart, was getting really nervous.  She begged me to make the call to the mortgage company and tell them it was blocked, leveled, and tied down, since the crew wasn’t leaving until it was done anyway.

I understood her predicament, but that would have been lying.  Yes, it was rain that had caused all this to run so late — rain had delayed the driveway, rain had delayed the building of the pad, rain had caused work to stop several times, and so on — but the truth, no matter the perfectly valid reasons, was that it wasn’t finished yet.  I waited.

Meanwhile, my joints became slowly more achy.  As I mentioned before, my joints are hypermobile, and I’m usually in some amount of pain, even if it’s minor.  Usually, it’s a little more than minor.  This day, I felt more and more like I’d been walking on concrete floors all day.

It was finally time to tie the house down! At this point, I was not sure we'd make the deadline.

I was amazed at the number of tie-downs this house got!  By the time they were finished with all the ties under and around the house, I think it was over 50 of them!

The poor lady at the dealership was beside herself.  She wanted so badly for me to call the bank.  I thought they might be finished in time, but they kept adding more and more tie-downs.  Not that I’m complaining — I don’t want to turn to Toto and tell him we’re not in Kansas anymore!  Eventually, though, I knew the tie-downs would not be done by 5:00.

I called the bank, but I did not tell the gentleman that the work was finished.  I was truthful, and told him that it was almost finished, but that they were still working on the ties.  He explained that the process of tying it down could actually cause structural damage to the house, and so it was important to wait until all the ties were completed, and I’d had a chance to walk through the house to inspect it.

I determined that I was not going to allow our new home to be founded on a lie.  I would not tell him it was finished when it was not.  When it was finished, I would tell him it was finished, and if that meant we lost the house, then so be it.  I did not believe that God wanted me to lie to keep the home we believed He had granted us a loan for.  If He wanted us in that house, then He was more than able to ensure the loan was extended to us once more, if we did indeed pass the deadline.

And we did pass it.

The pain got worse and worse, and I could not stand or walk for very long.  That’s why I didn’t have more pictures for this post.  Of course, that may be a relief for some of you!

Bunny-Wan Kenobi passes some time pulling roots remaining from trees that were removed. With the ground so wet, they came up pretty easily!

As some of the crew worked on the ties (two around the outside and one underneath), two more worked to finish the roof.

4:50pm came, and I called the bank.  I left a message detailing exactly how far the work on the house had progressed, and what was left to be done.

Finally, at about 6:20pm, the leveling, blocking, and tying-down of the house was completed. The exhausted crew left.

As I waited for my beloved Shay to arrive from work, I stepped inside and slowly looked around the house.  I was in so much pain, it was really hard to climb stairs and walk, but it had to be done.  It turned out that this was more than my usual pain.  I had Lyme disease.

There was some damage, but only the kind that is to be expected when a structure like this has to endure a long drive, with all the flexing it does.  There were some wall panels that were cracked, and there was stress damage to the caulking around the countertops, and other issues like that.  I saw no structural damage.

I called the bank again to leave another message, and again explained the horrendous conditions the men had worked in, which had certainly delayed completion, but that the setup was now completed.

I had told the truth.  Now the outcome was up to the Lord.  I’d rather have it in His hands, than be trying to manipulate circumstances myself!

When Shay arrived, we walked through the house again.  Naturally, we prayed that the loan would be extended to us once more.  For one thing, if it wasn’t, then we had very little time left to put something on the land that we could live in before my uncle got married.  Graciously, he suggested that after the wedding, he could move into his new wife’s apartment until we were able to move out of the house, but we wanted to be able to be out of the house by then.  And the wedding was coming up in early November!

I called the bank the next morning, and the gentleman explained that he had scheduled a review of our application.  I waited on pins and needles for him to call me back.

He did.  They were re-extending the loan.  The house was ours.

The pad was done and rock-solid, and half the house had been delivered.  We scrambled out early the next morning for the installation.  By this time, it was August, the peak of our scorching, humid summer.

We got there and put our chairs under a tree, and it wasn’t long before the setup crew arrived.

It wasn't long before they had driven the back half of the house up onto the pad. The truck would hold the house level until it was blocked.

One of the crew rolls a wheel he just removed down the side of the pad.

ILoveBunnies' hat held some sort of amazing attraction for the love bugs. Love bugs are the scourge of the earth. Okay, maybe not, but they are excessively annoying.

A couple of the crew started distributing the blocks that would be used for the pillars.

The front half of the house arrived! The crew left it on the gravel road in front of our property. Above the trees, you can see the storm clouds gathering. Uh oh.

One of the crew takes blocks up underneath, to set them under one of the two main I-beams. The plastic he is on is 6-mil vapor barrier stuff. Nice and thick.

This man works to level the house with an ancient tool, the water level. In front of the pillar he is building is a pier cap, or a termite cap. These will help protect the house from termites, by removing the pillars as points of access. Naturally, there are other points of access, but this takes care of some of them.

The pieces of wood holding the protective wrap over the middle of the house start to come off.

....... And then, it suddenly stormed. Mom and the kids took refuge at a neighbor's house, while I put things away and was going to move the car out from under the trees. I never got that far, because it turned out that my mom had my keys. So I just stayed in the car.

Rainwater pools in the tire tracks behind the house, and begins washing some of the fine clay particles from the pad.

Work resumes as soon as it stops raining, but you can see that the smooth, hard surface of the pad has softened, and has begun looking like a well-walked beach. After this, it was so much harder on the crew. It was wet, the clay was soft and stuck to their shoes, and the sun came out and just drilled them into the ground.

The crew decided they'd better get the other half up onto the property, before it rained again and they couldn't get it past the end of the driveway.

They unhitched the truck and began moving the house with a small piece of equipment with the heart of a riding lawnmower. Amazing that it could pull all that weight. As he maneuvered and finished turning the house, the sun broke through the clouds.

They used this odd machine to slowly walk the house the rest of the way up the driveway, and onto the pad with the other part of the house. As you can see, the property had drained pretty well by this point, but that didn't mean things weren't still soggy. More storm clouds brewed in the distance. The guys had noticed this, and had stopped removing the protective barrier from the half that was already set.

Moments later, the rains returned.  Once they let up, the crew decided to let the land drain while they went for lunch at a truck stop down the street.  We climbed into the van, and told them we’d see them there.

It didn't happen. We had a slight delay, and the crew was up the highway a couple of miles by the time we headed out. We made it to the end of the driveway. I could see that getting out might be difficult, and I navigated it the best I could. It was no use; the end of the driveway was already too soupy. We tried all sorts of things, even shoving sticks under the tires for traction, but they were buried too deep. So there we sat, wondering how long it would take for the guys to start wondering where we were.

When we saw them turn down our road, we could see them start laughing and waving.  They had realized at some point that we had told them we’d meet them there, and we hadn’t arrived.  “I wonder if they’re stuck in the driveway,” one thought out loud.  Yep, we were stuck in the driveway.

Thankfully, their handy-dandy whatchamacallit machine was up to the task! They pulled the van backward as I steered, and then I drove out by cutting through the shallow ditch on our neighbor's property, only a few feet from the driveway. The other side of the driveway was in worse shape, so I couldn't go that way.

Having rescued us, it was time for them to return to work. ... Assuming they could get back up the driveway, which was quickly turning into a swamp. The powered rear of the truck slid off to the side and almost got stuck, as they tried to make it all the way in.

When we returned from lunch, we found them working to bring the two halves together, in a procedure called "marriage". The "marriage wall" is the doubly-thick wall that runs down the middle of the house. Even where you walk from room to room, you have the marriage wall at the ceiling and floor.

More storms approach, as the men fight to bring the house together and finish the center ridge of the roof before it rains again. In the end, they had to tarp the rest of the roof until the next day.

They work to finish leveling so they can tie the two halves together and do the ridge of the roof. As I said, it wouldn't all happen that day.

I had thought we were supposed to do a walk-through for our loan once it was blocked and leveled, which it was. We waited for Shay to arrive, and then we tied bags over our mucky feet, so we could walk through. We had to cut the barrier between the two halves and step through to pass between some rooms. I found out later that the walk-through was to be done once all of the tie-downs were completed. Oh, well. At least we got to see it, and it was so exciting to walk through it!

Exhausted, we headed home, knowing we’d be right back early in the morning.

Siting the house!

Sorry this has taken so long, I’ve been having some technical difficulties:  http://rabbittalk.com/blogs/24carrot/2013/02/21/hey-i-got-in/

The last post about our new country adventures, I showed you the clearing of the area for our new house.  After it was clear, we had to figure out exactly where the house was going, and then get it there.

We went out to the land again, so we could decide on a site for the house.  We had done this before, before the logger came, but all our marks were gone.  Time to do it again!

Bunny-Wan Kenobi and ILoveBunnies observe as we get out string, stakes, and paint.

We staked the corners, and then tied that plastic marking ribbon to them. This is actually just after we returned to move the footprint 10 feet forward, to get a little more out of the possible target area of a large pine on the property line with the neighbor. We could definitely see that tree coming down in a storm someday.

My beloved Shay put marking paint along the lines, as well. Unfortunately, right after this, a sudden squall opened up on us, and washed much of the paint away.

The double-wide mobile home that we had ordered had been built very quickly, and had already been delivered to the dealer.  (We had looked into buying an existing house, etc., but it just never worked out.  That’s why we finally ordered a mobile home.)  Our loan offer from the bank was time-sensitive, but it kept raining.  We had to wait for the end of our driveway (not yet having a culvert or anything, so the water just ran through it) to dry out enough for things like dump trucks and bulldozers to be able to get in again.  Also, the clay pit that our pad material was to come from was flooded, so that had to drain off.

So we sat and went crazy, as the lady at the dealership got more nervous as the time on our loan ticked down.

Finally, we were able to rub a couple of dry days together, and it was time to get the pad done!  The gentleman we bought the land from did all of our bulldozer work, including the pad.  He and his wife are so sweet.  He expected to be done in a couple of hours, and the home dealer was planning to set one half of the home that afternoon!

With the pad just begun, the dump truck driver offloads a bunch of red clay, which will make an excellent pad.

The bulldozer spread and compacted the clay. The back half of the home arrived, and the crew just left it for the next day, when the other half would arrive.

The kids read on their perch, as the pad is built.

As the dump truck brings load after load, the gentleman with the bulldozer checks for level.

Finally finished compacting and leveling the pad, he went around the edges, compacting those and putting horizontal grooves in them, to keep water from rushing off too quickly and damaging the pad. Much more material was required for the pad than he had expected! While the pad is just above ground level on one end, it's some 2+ feet off the ground on the other end! The land does not feel like it is that sloped. You can see the difference between the level surface of the pad, and the slope of the house next to it. Even the vertical blinds tell about the slope. If I recall correctly, it took 300 cubic yards of clay to build this pad.

With that, it was time to run back home to make dinner, so we could go to bed and be back early the next morning!

In every thing give thanks!

1Th 5:16-18
(16)  Rejoice evermore.
(17)  Pray without ceasing.
(18)  In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

Psa 136:1-26
(1)  O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(2)  O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(3)  O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(4)  To him who alone doeth great wonders: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(5)  To him that by wisdom made the heavens: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(6)  To him that stretched out the earth above the waters: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(7)  To him that made great lights: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(8)  The sun to rule by day: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(9)  The moon and stars to rule by night: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(10)  To him that smote Egypt in their firstborn: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(11)  And brought out Israel from among them: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(12)  With a strong hand, and with a stretched out arm: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(13)  To him which divided the Red sea into parts: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(14)  And made Israel to pass through the midst of it: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(15)  But overthrew Pharaoh and his host in the Red sea: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(16)  To him which led his people through the wilderness: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(17)  To him which smote great kings: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(18)  And slew famous kings: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(19)  Sihon king of the Amorites: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(20)  And Og the king of Bashan: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(21)  And gave their land for an heritage: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(22)  Even an heritage unto Israel his servant: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(23)  Who remembered us in our low estate: for his mercy endureth for ever:
(24)  And hath redeemed us from our enemies: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(25)  Who giveth food to all flesh: for his mercy endureth for ever.
(26)  O give thanks unto the God of heaven: for his mercy endureth for ever.

Whenever I am troubled about things, I do try to remember I Thessalonians 5:18, “In every thing give thanks.”  It is a hard thing to remember, and I find myself remembering it better when I am encouraging someone else who is worried.

I read The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom when I was in my early teens.  Just thinking about what she and her family went through puts things in perspective, but there is one passage in the book that helps me remember that even things that seem bad can be used for God’s good.

It’s when Corrie and her sister Betsy have been in a concentration camp for a while, for hiding Jews.  The conditions, naturally, were horrific.  Finally, on top of everything else, their building became infested with lice.  Corrie was very upset, but then discovered that Betsy was thankful.

Thankful?  For lice?  Had Betsy lost it?  Corrie had had about all she could take.

Then Betsy explained.  Hadn’t Corrie noticed that ever since the lice had come, the guards would not come into their building?

Corrie realized with amazement that yes, she could be thankful even for the lice.

This passage is one of the things that will remind me that I see only a tiny part of what is going on.  It is God who sees the whole situation and guides it.  If they could see the mercy of God even in lice, I can certainly trust that the Lord can work my situation for good, as He says He will.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!

Thanks to God for my Redeemer,
Thanks for all Thou dost provide!
Thanks for times now but a memory,
Thanks for Jesus by my side!
Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,
Thanks for dark and stormy fall!
Thanks for tears by now forgotten,
Thanks for peace within my soul!
Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,
Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered,
Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,
Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure,
Thanks for love beyond compare!
Thanks for roses by the wayside,
Thanks for thorns their stems contain!
Thanks for home and thanks for fireside,
Thanks for hope, that sweet refrain!
Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow,
Thanks for heav’nly peace with Thee!
Thanks for hope in the tomorrow,
Thanks through all eternity!
~Au­gust L. Storm

Once the property was bush-hogged, and the driveway was bulldozed, it was time to get the land cleared.  The house, having been completed early, was already sitting on the dealer’s lot, and time was ticking on our loan offer.  We needed to work quickly.

We called the logger who had cleared some land farther down the road.  The wood had brought a nice amount of money for the landowner, so we hoped that this would be the case for us, as well.

As it turned out, the logger came and looked at our trees, and said that our trees were only good for pulp because of the large number of branches they had.  Unfortunately, the bottom had fallen out of the pulpwood market, and he was barely getting anything for it, he said, so it would cost us a decent bit to get it done.

Being pretty much at his mercy because of our situation, we agreed, adding some incentive for getting it done very quickly.

Logging day came, and we headed out to the property again.

When we arrived, they had already long since begun. They had loaded a truck and carried it off up the road.

Three large piles of branches greeted us at the back of the property. I could see a lot of burning in our future!

The two pines in the front yard still stood, and the logger would add to the piles left from the bulldozing.

He had already begun adding to the other bulldozed pile.

Mom walked among the trees still marked for removal. We had a little while to wait for the logger and his crew to return.

When they did return, we stayed at a safe distance! ILoveBunnies and Bunny-Wan Kenobi watched the tree-toppling with interest.

A crew member made the cut...

...And the logger used his Bobcat to push the tree over in the desired direction.

With the tree felled, it was time to cut off the branches. Great, more to add to the gigantic burn piles!

The logger lifted the trunks effortlessly with the claw-like device on his Bobcat.

The trunks were loaded onto a truck.

As all of this was going on, I noticed something about a very tall and beautiful pine we were going to keep. A large injury.

As I looked closer, I realized the tree had been girdled a long time ago. The coil of rusty barbed wire still sat next to the base of the tree. It was obvious that the tree had been trying to recover from this injury for a very long time, and had not had a lot of success. There was sap everywhere, and missing bark. I called my beloved Shay quickly. This tree had to come down... did he want me to see if I could get the logger to take it?

As I waited anxiously for Shay to call me back, the crew worked on grinding the final stumps and roots into the ground. Finally, I heard back from Shay, and ran out to the logger.

The logger asked what I would offer for him to take the giant pine. I had $100 in mind, but told him straight that I did not know what the job was worth, and that I would trust him to give me a fair price. He asked how $100 sounded, and we shook hands. The tree was coming down one way or another. It was $100 extra to the logger, $2,000 later to a professional tree remover after the house was up, or a storm. We picked the $100 option, and the logger himself made the cut, as it was going to be difficult to take it out without taking a lot of other trees down with it. We understood we would lose at least two.

He explained to me how the cuts worked. What he left uncut would act as a brake, pulling the tree to fall in that direction. It was fascinating to watch it fall exactly as he wanted it to. As it fell, its branches grabbed the other two trees we knew we would lose -- a maple and a pine -- and brought them down. Other trees lost limbs, but no other trees fell.

At the end of the day, we were left with a barren landscape. We were sad to take down all those lovely trees, but we knew our house would be safe.

The next step would be to decide again exactly where the house would go, as our markers were gone.  Then we could get the pad built, and the house set!

Thrifty Tips

Over at Rural Revolution, Patrice Lewis has listed some ways that she and her family save money, and has encouraged other bloggers to do this too.  I thought, after I saw her post, that this would be the perfect way for me to break back into blogging after our whirlwind move.

Frugality is no new idea to us.  Everywhere we have lived, we have had to pinch our pennies.  Sometimes, when it is very quiet for a moment, I swear I can hear them yelping from the pressure.

The last job I held was almost 17 years ago.  At the time, Shay and I worked at the same store, and together we made less than $900 per month.  Of course, $900 went a good bit farther in 1995 than it does now, but we certainly weren’t burning up the world.

Then I learned I was pregnant with our first child, and I became so ill, I had to take a leave of absence.  I was never able to return.  With that, we could not afford for Shay to continue to work at the store, and he found a job as maintenance man for a hotel.  This didn’t pay as much as we had both made together, but it came close enough, for a while.  Eventually, an earlier unwise decision overcame us, and we sold our little home and moved south to start over.

Shay moved from job to job for a while, looking for some income somewhere where he was allowed to do good work, and where he didn’t have to compromise his morals.  That was harder than it should be.  Eventually, he landed in apartment maintenance, and then became a maintenance supervisor.  Now he is a public housing inspector and does an awful lot of driving.  But even though he’s part of corporate management now, his net income is not a lot.  Definitely not what I bet you think corporate management would make.  Actually, it’s about what he was making at his last maintenance job, just a little bit more.

I know someone who makes three times as much, and is constantly borrowing from friends, and has collectors hounding him.  It’s all in how you choose to spend.

So we have had to save money wherever we can.  It’s getting harder.  I hate to shop anymore.  Every time I go into the store, prices have gone up.  I feel like (and probably look like) the proverbial deer in the headlights.  The prices scare me, and make me worry for the future, trying to stretch my husband’s income to feed our family and pay the bills.  I have to repeatedly pray, and tell the Lord how worried I am, and thank Him that I know He will take care of us through all this somehow.  We see bad things coming down the pike… worse than they have been the last several years.  It’s just a matter of how fast it will get here.

I remember a light switch plate my great-grandmother had at her apartment, in the bathroom.  I have no doubt she put it there just for me:

Reach up just as far as you can.  God will reach down the rest of the way.

This isn’t a “God helps those who help themselves” type thing.  (By the way, that is not in the Bible… a lot of people think it is.  God helps those who cannot help themselves, though.)  It’s more of a “Whatever you need to do, do your best at it, and God’s grace will cover the rest.”  I know that part of being a godly wife and mother is taking the money my husband earns, and using it in such a way that my family is well cared for.  But God knows that as prices go up, Shay’s paycheck isn’t, so I have to scrimp and save as well as I can, and trust God to carry us through it.

Here are some of the things we do to pinch our pennies:

  • We shop at thrift stores and yard sales whenever possible.  It is rare that an article of clothing that is actually brand new crosses our threshold.  I cannot imagine how much we would have spent on clothes for the children if we had been buying new clothes to replace the new clothes that they had outgrown.  I buy for the future, getting sizes I know I will need eventually, if I find them at good prices.  We don’t just shop for the kids there, though.  We shop for our own clothes there as well.  Many nice clothes can be found at thrift stores and yard sales, if you look carefully.  You can also find small appliances, decorations, furniture, and sometimes even fabric.
  • When I have to shop retail, I go with a list.  If I buy things that are not on my list, it is normally because they are things that I needed but forgot to write down.  Seeing the item jogged my memory.  I keep my list general, as much as possible.  I don’t shop for ground meat, chuck roast, and country pork ribs.  I shop for meat — and buy whatever is at a good sale price.  Near Thanksgiving, we’ve been known to buy three or four turkeys.  One year, we were able to get the frozen turkeys quartered on the butcher’s bandsaw.  That works as long as they don’t use a metal clip on the legs.  But it was nice to be able to cook 1/4 of a turkey at a time, at various times of the year, rather than a whole turkey now and then.
  • We buy good quality store brands as much as possible.  Some things don’t do well in generics or store brands, but most things do.  Sometimes, even the store brands go on sale, and we can save even more.
  • We go to one movie a year — whatever Pixar is offering.  It’s been a rare year that we have deviated from that.
  • Other entertainment we limit as well.  We had cable in Florida, and my uncle has it, but it isn’t even available here.  Satellite is, but we don’t have any intention of getting it for anything but internet.  We actually don’t have a TV at the moment, but we’ll get one to watch VHS and DVD on.  But regular TV?  It just isn’t worth it.  I’m tired of trying to find something worth watching among 100 channels, and VERY tired of scrambling to change the channel when an inappropriate commercial comes on!  We might try putting up an antennna, but we’re not paying for TV past that.  Our kids have a Wii, only because my brother gave them one, and they have some fun computer games (but very limited time on both).  We buy most of our movies at yard sales and thrift stores.
  • We go to the library.  ILoveBunnies is an avid reader, and received a Kindle for her birthday from my uncle and his fiancee.  For ebooks, we go to Project Gutenberg, Open Library, ManyBooks, Free-eBooks, and Obooko — places with free ebooks.  We get books at thrift stores and yard sales, too.  She has spent a couple dollars on one ebook at Amazon.
  • We cook from scratch, whenever possible.  We have a nice complement of seasonings, most of which contain no salt, as we like to add salt separately.  Prepared foods are more expensive, usually lower quality, and have things in them that you wouldn’t put in yourself.
  • When we have leftovers, we use them.  If we have enough, we might have the same thing two nights in a row.  If not, we’ll cook a few nights and then have a “Leftover Night”.  Other times, leftovers are saved and used in pot pies and such.  We also will save small amounts of gravies and vegetables in a zipper bag in the freezer.  When the bag is full, we have what we call “Freezer Soup“.  Tomato sauces get saved in another bag for a future batch of spaghetti.
  • We buy large cuts of meat that we know will give us several meals.  A pork shoulder roast will give us a dinner (for 5) of sliced pork and whatever else we put with it.  We might have a second night of sliced pork.  Then we’ll pull it, if we haven’t already, and have another meal of Sloppy Joes.  We’ll get a leftover night or a number of lunches from the meat left from that.  But don’t forget the bone!  We don’t pick the bone clean, we leave some meat on there.  We freeze it, and pull it back out when we want to make split pea soup, or 15-bean soup.  Boil the bone, and the meat all falls off, and the marrow comes out of the bone, and you get a really flavorful broth.  With that, we have soup for two nights, and then more for a leftover night or to freeze and pull out for dinner some other time.  That’s how many meals?  That’s 5 or 6 meals for 5 people, plus quite a few lunches, from one pork shoulder!  We just did this last week.  The bone is in the freezer now, waiting to become a wonderful soup.
  • We buy in bulk.  We belong to Sam’s Club, and buy only what we can get for less there than anywhere else (not everything is cheaper at Sam’s!).  Yes, there is a membership fee every year, but that normally pays for itself my first shopping trip after paying it.  Even at the grocery store, I don’t go for the package of two pork chops, I go for the package of twenty pork chops.  It’s almost always cheaper per pound.  I can divide it up at home and freeze it in zipper bags.
  • I am learning how to can.  I have a pressure canner, and will be planting a vegetable garden.
  • We raise meat rabbits.  At full production, I can put rabbit meat on the table twice a week on average.  If I add more rabbits, I can serve it more often, or have more meat on the table for a meal.  When I was paying $15+ for 50 pounds of rabbit feed, it was costing me about $1.25 per pound of bone-in rabbit meat, which is pretty cheap these days.  I can sometimes get chicken for less, and occasionally I can get pork roast for less.  Other than that, our rabbit meat is cheapest.  Eventually, we plan to expand our rabbit production so we have enough to trade with neighbors for other meats and vegetables.
  • I am trying a horse feed with the rabbits, as it is much less expensive than rabbit feed.  As long as you compare the ingredients and analyses, you can often substitute.  I found the highest-protein, lowest-molasses horse feed I could that is is locally produced.  I bought a bag of alfalfa pellets as well, to raise the protein a bit more for the rabbits.  They are getting used to it.  There is barely any molasses in it, so I think it should work out well.
  • I am learning how to sew.  I am much farther along with this than I am with canning.  When I go to a thrift store, I look at draperies and sheets as potential sewing fabric.  ILoveBunnies is learning, too.
  • We carry debt only when necessary.  If we don’t have the money, we don’t buy it.  For emergency dental, medical, or car work, we will use credit for as short a time as possible.  At the dentist, for instance, there’s no interest as long as it’s paid off in a year.  Naturally, we had to make an exception for our new home.  Getting a well-built mobile home instead of a stick-built house saved us a lot of money, as did being able to buy the land outright.  Our mortgage is $750 per month for 20 years, and we are paying extra on the principle to get out from under it faster.  NOT renting saves a lot of money.  Rent would have been 2 – 3 times as much, for less house and land.  And it wouldn’t have been ours, so we couldn’t have done what we wanted to.  ALSO… we’ve heard quite a few stories in the last few years of families renting and keeping current, but the landlords weren’t keeping up with their payments, so the houses got repossessed and the tenants were displaced… in spite of the fact that they had been faithful.
  • We have ceiling fans.  Continuously circulating the air helps it feel cooler, so you can be comfortable at a higher temperature.  It costs less to run the fans than it would to keep the air conditioner at a lower temp.
  • I shop used for most of my homeschool supplies as well.  There is an annual used homeschool curriculum sale that we go to.  I buy for the future, so that I’m not stuck needing to buy something new later, because I didn’t take advantage of the deal when I saw it.  I also buy on eBay sometimes, and on HomeschoolClassifieds.  Recently, I actually found a whole bunch of various sizes of nice glass test tubes, many Pyrex, for $5 at a thrift store!
  • We combine errands to make one long trip into town to get everything done, rather than driving 70+ miles round trip every time we need to do something.  This saves lots of gas and time!
  • I build our computers.  This has several advantages.  I can build machines with almost the latest technologies, overbuilding them so that they will still run well years from now when applications are more demanding… and I can build them for half to a third of the price of buying the same machine new from Dell or another builder.  And I know exactly what is in the machine… I can research the quality of every single part.  Another nice thing is that my computers come with no unwanted software (which is known by a very unflattering nickname) that needs to be removed.  I can put exactly what I want to on it.  I do buy Windows, but everything else I put on it is free, open source stuff, or other freeware.  I have Open Office for an office suite that is just as good as Microsoft Word, but is free.  I use Irfanview for simple photo manipulation, and GIMP for Photoshop-like graphic capabilities.  I use Avast and Comodo for computer security, both free, and together superior to Symantec and McAfee, in my opinion.  I also use CCleaner and Defraggler to keep our machines running lean and mean.
  • Shay, being mechanically inclined and very handy, regularly repairs broken items.  He is about to dismantle and re-glue an old chair of ours.  Many repairs don’t take a lot of knowledge, and can be done by most anybody who checks out a DIY book from the library.  I also patch clothes, to a point.  If the item is just disintegrating everywhere, I won’t.  But if it just has a couple of trouble spots, I’ll patch it.  I patched a pair of New Balance shoes for my uncle a couple years ago, when his toes wore holes in the tops of the shoes.  I put small pieces of leather inside and outside the holes, tacking them in place with super glue, and then sewed them in by backstitching with embroidery floss.  My uncle said it took a one-year pair of shoes and turned them into a three-year pair (he would get gel inserts now and then for them).  He just got a new pair, and I stitched leather into the inside in the same place.  I didn’t have to put one on the outside, because there was no worn hole.  His coworkers noticed the stitching and asked about it.  They were intrigued by what it was (oddly, they had never noticed the piece of leather I had sewn on top of the old pair) and remarked that New Balance shoes were great, but they all had that same problem.
  • We will shortly be putting a timer on our water heater, so it’s not keeping water hot when we are not going to be using it.
  • I will be completing my solar oven soon, and will begin using it to cook and experiment.
  • I am a member of Freecycle, a collection of local groups in which you post something you need, and someone may contact you who has it; or you post something you have and wish to give away, and people who would like it contact you.
  • I am a member of PaperBack Swap, SwapaCD, and SwapaDVD.  On these sites, you can list books, music CDs, and DVDs.  When someone requests one of your items, you send it, paying the postage yourself.  When it is received, you receive one credit per book, CD, or DVD disk (multi-disk sets are one credit per disk).  You use these credits to request the books, etc. that you would like — not necessarily from that same member, but from any member — and they pay postage to you.  We use PaperBack Swap mostly.  I love it!  That’s why I have a link to them in my sidebar.  Incidentally, if you use that link to go sign up, once you list a certain number of items, I get a referral credit I can use to request something!
  • While we do have cellphones, we do not have smartphones or data anything.  Bunny-Wan Kenobi just got his first cellphone.  These days, we consider it a safety thing.  It cannot be a bad thing in this day and age, for my kids to be able to get in touch with me or Daddy or Memaw.  Not that they’re away from us, really, but still.  We don’t have a landline.  It actually is not available to us here.
  • Shay trims his own hair with a trimmer, and I use another trimmer to cut Bunny-Wan Kenobi’s and Mom’s hair, with different guards.  I just give ILoveBunnies’ hair a trim occasionally, and Mom has cut my hair in the past.  I think ILoveBunnies is going to have to take this job over, though, as my mom has lost pretty much all of her central vision now.  None of us is interested in fake nails, hair extensions, hair dye, expensive serums that promise to keep you looking young, etc., so we don’t spend money on lots of things we don’t need to.
  • Every payday, I try to pull out any money we had left in it from the last paycheck, and I put it in our homebound savings account.  Which is to say, it’s cash on hand.  We try not to touch it, and it comes in handy in an emergency, another way to avoid going into debt!  It is not enough to make it worth it for some nincompoop to come over uninvited and try to find it, though.  My definition of a lot of money, and his definition of a lot of money, probably won’t have much in common.  Haha!

I’m sure there’s more, but that’s all I can think of right now. :)

Don’t forget to read Patrice Lewis’ Frugal Tips post, and you’ll find a list of links to other bloggers’ tips at the bottom of her post!

Preparing the Land!

Well, we have entered the nutty time of the move.  The house has been delivered to the dealer (only 2 WEEKS early!), and is sitting there waiting for us to have a place to put it!

But first, here’s my favorite line from the deed to our property, which we paid for in full:

"...the buyers, their heirs, and assigns shall have and hold the described property in full ownership forever."

Of course, property tax laws make all land- and homeowners renters anyway (pay your property taxes or you’re evicted and your property and/or home sold).  BUT it is still a very exciting line to read in the deed.  We showed this sentence to our kids, and explained to them that since they are our heirs, this means this property isn’t just ours, it is theirs.  Particularly for ILoveBunnies, who is five years older than Bunny-Wan Kenobi, this produced quite a bit of excitement.

I also want to take a moment to explain how this got paid for.  My grandmother and grandfather came from very modest backgrounds.  My grandfather was in the Army, then later started an advertising business.  They saved up.  They bought wisely.  They invested wisely.  Their savings grew.  They bought this house in a very nice, up-and-coming neighborhood, and continued to save.  The neighborhood has up and come, alright.  Whenever one of these older homes is bought, it is razed and replaced with a mansion.

Fast forward to the last few months and the settlement of my grandmother’s estate (my grandfather passed away many years ago).  It is the wisdom of my grandparents that has paid for this property we now own, and put the down payment on the mobile home we are about to install on it.

For Shay and me, life has always been very much paycheck to paycheck, and sometimes that hasn’t been enough.  My grandmother worried about me, knowing how little we made.  Then she got to meet Shay a bit less than two years after we were married.  She saw how much we loved each other, particularly how much Shay loved me, and his deep faith in the Lord, and she knew I’d be alright.  She knew our life would be difficult, but that I’d be alright.  And that’s the way it’s been.

We are so very, very grateful to them.  It is my sincere hope that they would be pleased with what all their work is accomplishing for us now.  I have no doubt that they would be delighted.  We have gotten to the point in recent years that we have been able to save somewhat.  But this economy is not like the economy my grandfather and grandmother built their investments in.  Our investments are not in bonds, developments, and things like that.  We have been investing in things that will get us by in emergencies and further our self-sufficiency.

So anyway, here we are with this raw piece of land.  It used to be a hay field, which explains why it is relatively smooth and well-drained, and why it had no trees until the last couple of decades (got to see that in Google’s historical imagery).  Then it had a driveway running through it to a long-gone house somewhere east of us.  That’s all that’s been on this land.  It’s never had electricity, phone, water, sewer, anything.  Where do you start?

The first step is getting the place bushhogged. Forget the thick woods at the front of the property for now, we need to work with the grove of pines in the center of it and the clearing at the back. When this picture was taken (from the clearing toward the grove), you could hardly see into the grove at all because of all the brush.

What a difference! Now you can see into that grove. While I was standing more near the corner for this shot, it's still from the clearing, looking into the grove. Somewhere in there is where the house will sit.

Unfortunately, some of the pines are in the house's footprint, or are too close. Our property is on the top of a very gently sloped hill, but a hill nonetheless. These pines grow very tall, with very deep tap roots, so they make marvelous lightning rods. So... top of hill + lightning rods = not too safe. We marked all the trees that are to come down, so the logger will be able to tell which ones to take.

In addition to being lightning rods, these trees eventually become hollow, making them even more of a threat to have around.  The trees we are leaving are enough to give us a bit of shade without endangering the house.  However, we will be planting replacements — trees that grow 30 – 40 feet tall, and don’t have the deep tap roots that lightning finds so irresistible.  Eventually, all the pines in the grove will be gone, because eventually they will be a danger to the house (they grow 80 – 100 feet tall).

ILoveBunnies gives Daddy's machete a try on a bit of brush left over from bushhogging. Neither she nor Bunny-Wan Kenobi was able to replicate Shay's effortless one-swing slice of young saplings, though.

Bunny-Wan Kenobi decided maybe he'd be better with a saw instead.

We learned some quick lessons, as it has been a while since any of us has been this rural. We got some hats to keep the sun and ticks off (from above, anyway), and some field-grade sulphur and pantyhose to keep the chiggers away! We also got some light-colored, long-sleeved cotton shirts for protection from sun and chiggers. Mosquitoes are nothing compared to the misery inflicted by the tiny chigger!

Chiggers are redbug larvae, and they love brush and tall grass!  After our first visit to the property, when it was being shown to us, I ended up with a lot of chigger bites.  I had forgotten about chiggers, not having dealt with them since I was a teenager!  Contrary to popular belief, they do not burrow into your skin.  They inject enzymes into your skin which liquefies the cells, and they feed on that.  Your body’s response is to wall off the injury with a crusty tube.  Unfortunately, this only helps the chigger.  After a few hours (usually long after the chigger is gone), the site begins to itch.  It is both the enzymes from the chigger and the tube your body has built that contribute to the horrific itching that follows and lasts for two weeks.

The next time we went out, it was my mom and ILoveBunnies who came back with chigger bites.  This was when I realized we needed to do something to keep this from happening.  I remembered going to camp for 2 1/2 weeks every summer when I was growing up, way out in the woods.  We used sulphur to keep the chiggers away, and it worked quite well.

To dress for chiggers, you first put on pantyhose.  Even the MARINES do this!  Chiggers cannot get through pantyhose.  Then you put sulphur on your skin in the various places chiggers prefer — around the waistband, around any band on your skin (the bands and straps of bras, for example).  More around your neckline and shirt cuffs, and under your arms.  Without pantyhose, you also include the top of your socks (and down to your ankles, if your socks are loosely woven), the backs of your knees, and around the waist and legs of your underwear.  Believe me, if you’ve found a chigger paradise like we have, it’s a lot safer to go with the pantyhose.  You do NOT want chiggers in your underwear.  Trust me.  You tuck your pants inside your socks, and your shirt inside your pants, in an effort to keep the chiggers on the outside of your clothes.

After bushhogging, it was time to get a driveway bulldozed!

The same man who bushhogged for us came to clear a driveway for us. A good number of trees had to come down in the dense front woods to give us a driveway. Here, he forms a pile of downed trees.

We'll have a lot of burning to do!

He works back and forth to smooth the driveway. He won't finish it just yet. That'll happen after the home is in.


Looking from our gravel road, down the driveway toward where the house will sit. The post at left marks a corner of the property.

The driveway goes right into the grove of pines, where the house will be.


You can now see and travel from the old driveway that cuts through our property to the new driveway.

We have rented a 20' shipping container to use as a secure shed for now, until we're all settled in and have a regular shed.

Meanwhile, as I said at the top, the home we ordered arrived at the dealership TWO WEEKS EARLY!  So we went to sign the papers and take a look.  When we arrived, only one half was actually there.  When we finished signing, we went and took a look at it, as well as we could.  We heard the other half was almost there, so we waited.

Here comes the other half! It was so exciting to watch it get hauled in like that. Our salesman watches from the left. Oversize load? You'd better believe it!

The red shutters are just as pretty against the siding as I had hoped!

Mom and Bunny-Wan Kenobi watch as some steps are put up to the door so we can go in. All of us but Shay had come from the property, so we're all in our woodsy clothes.

"What did you put in that thing?!?" This is the incredulous question we got from the driver. In his 20 years of pulling mobile homes, this was his heaviest haul. While it is normal for them to blow some tires on the trip, which is why the accompanying truck carries a load of extras, he had gone through 13 tires, and two sets of brakes had flown to pieces.

One of the brake failures had sent shrapnel into the vapor barrier and insulation under the house. This dealership has amazing service reviews, though, so they were quick to assure me that they will take care of the damage. And I know they will. That's the kind of reputation they have.

What did I put in that thing?  Well…

We wanted a solid, well-built home that will be safe, well-insulated, and last a long time.  I did some upgrades… mainly things like upgraded linoleum throughout, with a thick, high-quality linoleum that will last a long time, and won’t be an allergy or asthma issue like carpet.  I turned the dressing table in the master bathroom into a linen closet.  I added a second, larger pantry to the kitchen.  I kept the options that extended the cabinets to the ceiling and upgraded them to a more durable kind (one of the upgrades the salesman had already figured I’d want).  I put in a gas stove and furnace, which I have missed since we lived in Delaware.  I put in some of the decorative upgrades they offered, such as arches in a couple of places.  These upgrades wouldn’t have accounted for a lot of weight, though.

Shay, on the other hand, requested some upgrades that added a significant amount of weight.  Thick plywood floors instead of oriented strand board.  2″ x 6″ exterior walls instead of 2″ x 4″.  Maximum insulation, something like 33/19/33.  Not a lot of weight in the insulation, but it gives you an idea of the types of upgrades he was after!

It has 2″ x 8″ floor joists on 16″ centers, just like a stick-built home, too.  Very nice.

We can’t wait to see it all put together, and also see the rooms we couldn’t get to that day.  Well, we could have, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut the plastic.

Until then, here’s a shot of part of the kitchen.  A bit grainy, but it’ll give you a idea what it looks like…

I upgraded the Formica, too. It was unclear whether it was more durable, but I had already chosen it before I knew it was an upgrade. I really like it. This island is humongous! I will be able to do so many things on it. I have a lot of counter space, even though I took some of it up adding the second pantry.

One of the standard features of the kitchen was a beautiful arch over the stove with columns that rested on the counters beside the stove.  It housed the vent and light.  As you can see, I did not get this feature, even though it was very pretty.  I was really concerned about how far away the light was from the stove, and that my mom would not be able to see well when she cooked.  I saw a photo of a model that had the arch, and the light was on.  You could see a little of the light on the wall behind the stove, but you couldn’t see the light on the stove.  For Mom’s sake, I nixed the arch.  We weren’t really sure how we would like navigating around the columns, anyway.

Thursday, the logger is supposed to come to take the trees we need removed, and grind the stumps.  He assured us that he doesn’t grind the stumps to the ground.  He grinds them into the ground, and grinds the roots, too.  They won’t be coming back, they won’t be termite havens, and they will be gone plenty enough for the home to go where they used to be.

I was looking forward to posting today (actually, it’s after midnight now, so that would be yesterday at this point), because we went and closed on the land today, and paid for it in full!

Then I forgot a very important fact.

I forgot that the most dangerous time to drive is when it has just been lightly raining for a little while, after a long stretch of no rain.  When there’s just enough water to lift all the accumulated oil out of the crevices of the pavement, but not enough to wash it off of the road.

In spite of the fact that I was following at my usual paranoid-grandmother distance, I slid into the back of an SUV.  I looked at my mirrors, looked ahead again, and saw that the SUV ahead had stopped.  I normally would have started slowing down before being that close, but I still had a good bit of room.

I know I still had a good bit of room, because I had time to do a decent bit of stuff.  Once I started slipping, and I realized I wasn’t slowing down quickly enough, I checked my mirrors for the lane beside me.  Then I turned and looked to verify it was clear.  I turned — and kept turning — to pull into the next lane, but the car kept going straight.  I finally realized I wasn’t going to avoid hitting the SUV.

No one, as far as we can tell so far, was hurt.  I’m getting a little sore, which is to be expected, since I had myself good and braced against that steering wheel.

I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven that even in this, He protected us all, including the two in the other vehicle.  I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve hugged and kissed my kids this evening!

We are landowners!

Remember in my last post I spoke of the line in the sand Shay drew?  Well, the bank stuck to their guns.  They insisted on $500 more in deposit than we were willing to pay.  We know we have plenty of expenses coming that will not be financed!  Shay walked away.

And we’re so glad he did!

Since they were dragging their feet, we kept looking.  Finally, Mom called a cousin of hers, who told her about a realtor friend of his who was selling land that had been partitioned for something of a rural neighborhood.  The realtor sent us the plat, and we found the land on the satellite maps as well.  The smallest tract was two acres, and it was only partially wooded, while the rest of them were completely wooded.  Partially wooded is what we want, and two acres is about what we want.

We set up an appointment last Saturday to go see the tract we were interested in, and fell in love with it from the start.

The front is densely wooded with pines and deciduous trees. Behind that is an old driveway, part of which is still used by the properties to our west, since they are divided a little differently. Then there's another narrow but dense stand of trees, and then another strip that's mostly clear. Then there's a grove of pines, and then a clearing, which is bigger than it looks. Finally, there's the angled back property line, bordered by trees and a fence. You can see Shay has marked the spot in the middle of the pines where we want to put our house.

We quickly withdrew our offer on the other property, before the bank could decide they’d accept our offer after all.  Then we made an offer on this property.  The realtor told us we could offer a deposit if we wanted to, but it probably wasn’t necessary because the price of the land wasn’t that high.  The next morning, our offer was accepted.  Not even countered… accepted!  Wow!

So there’s a purchase agreement in the mail to us, and we’re making plans like crazy.  We really hadn’t figured on buying raw land that we were going to have to bring all the utilities to, but we just could not pass it up.  The other property was in a rural area, but it’s also highly desirable, as more people are leaving the city to move to the country.  This drove the price of that land up.  This land, on the other hand, is in an area that is not seeing much development.  I’m sure it will eventually get out to us, but that’s going to be a while.  We are just about as slap in the middle of nowhere as we can get without being far away from family and Shay’s job.

“Town” is a crossroads, a post office, a restaurant, and an auto parts/hardware/convenience/gas station/notary.  I found that I can buy milk, eggs, bread, and other necessities there if I need to, and it’s only a few miles away.   A few miles more (in a slightly larger town) is a small grocery store, a small hospital with a heliport, and a few other things.  About 20 minutes in the other direction is another hospital in a larger town, which is about a half-hour away from the city.

Mom and ILoveBunnies walking toward the back of the property.

We had come out on this particular day to see how the land had drained after a serious storm the previous day. It had drained beautifully, but another storm unexpectedly popped up while we were there, and we had to race it back to the car!

The old driveway, which has become a small drainage ditch.

The back clearing is filling up with young pines that will be bush-hogged shortly. Our gardens will eventually go there. We might keep that little maple in the middle, though, especially since it isn't as far into the clearing as it appears in this picture.

The sellers are trying to keep this a rural setting, so the tracts are all at least 2 acres, and most are three or more.  We asked about restrictions on animals, and there are none.  They want people to have chickens, horses, cows, whatever.  About half of the tracts are sold, but only a few have been developed so far.

One of our neighbors has chickens, complete with rooster, and a couple of large vegetable gardens.  The back neighbor has, at the very least, chickens with a rooster, as well as horses. We’ll be having chickens, goats, and (of course) rabbits.  Several of the people around have very large vegetable gardens, and we will be having those as well.

We plan to clear the brush out of the front woods eventually, but otherwise leave it intact.

It will be more work, but it’s the good kind of work.  It’s the kind of work in which you are carving a life for your family out of the landscape.  We used to live out in the country, and we’ve longed to get back there.  We finally are.

We are so grateful for the lovingkindness of our Lord in taking care of us and bringing to us a place we can move.  Needless to say, there is so much to do, and this is such a big commitment, it can get us (especially Shay) a bit anxious, but we’re just trying to leave that in God’s hands.  As Shay said, God’s favor toward us would not be any less if we lived in some of the subsidized housing he inspects, than it is in bringing us out into this beautiful land.

I know where I can find ILoveBunnies if I’m having trouble locating her.  She’ll be at the back fence, watching horses.