Where we sold our house

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We sold our  house. It actually happened pretty fast, in just under 2 days we went from having it listed, to signing on the dotted line. It was a blur. Somewhere in there, we also bought a house.

Image result for witches houseThe new house is a bit of a…well, interesting purchase. It’s a victorian house. It has poky corners and interesting nooks and all sorts of odd pieces and bits. It also has a driveway that’s so inclined you could use it as a roller coaster and an indoor pool that neither hubby or myself know how to care for.

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Buying a house is not for the faint of heart. It’s a daunting task that takes you to many uninhabitable places and puts you face to face with tons of overly cheerful realtors. The experience left me more than a little confused. It’s hard to reconcile someone telling you that a rat-infested house is a great place to ‘build on’ while cockroaches run around your feet.

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You do get a house inspector to check over your purchase and, in theory, keep you from buying a dud. Ours was, of course, an odd fellow who seemed more interested in the cats roaming about than any structural issues. So now we have a house that we know is a great place for cats…and has a rather inclined driveway.

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Exhaustion and headaches aside, we’ve managed to buy a house and I’m now in the process of explaining the situation to our two fluffy pooches. Ocean is not concerned. She’s excited about the new garden and new smells. River doesn’t like change and is more cautious. He’s reserving judgement until he has spent a couple of days in the new house.

A new house? Does it come with new treats?

 

Selling a house with doggies

We’re trying to sell our house. Did I share that with you? It’s been crazy here, so I might have completely dropped the ball on that. Ahem! News! We’re trying to sell our house. Now, most people try to sell and then buy a new house. Not us. We went looking and found a house we liked and suddenly, wanted to sell our house.

Of course, the problem with our approach is that now we’re desperate to sell. Desperate because if we don’t sell, we lose the house we want.

In order to sell, we have to clean, clean and then clean again, we have to get rid of those quirky things we thought we’d use and haven’t and we have to fix everything that might be wrong with it.

This means we’ve hired a contractor to put a new shower in a bathroom, we’re painting floors and giving things away to anyone who so much as approaches the house.

As a child, moving meant new friends who didn’t know I was a complete geek. It meant we could eat out more. And it meant sneaking forbidden toys into moving boxes.

Now, I have explained we’re moving to our doggies, who seem completely relaxed with the entire idea. In fact, they seem a little too relaxed.

I might have to keep a closer eyes on our boxes.

It’s that time of year…

This time of year, most parents are busy buying supplies for their kids to return to school. They buy everything from calculators and pencils to coats and boots. It’s exciting for the kiddies because they get brand new stuff and it feels a little like Christmas.

Well, we didn’t want our ‘kids’ to feel left out, so…

We got them some ‘supplies’. 😀

Hurray for Hubby!

Well, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let our two trees sit there and die. It was a job that was way too tough for me to do alone in spite of my amazing muscles. (ahem!). So, as soon as hubby was back from his therapy thing, I asked him for help.

The trees were behind these partition plastic things the drillers had put to guide the clay down to the drain. It hadn’t worked and the clay had accumulated into this massive puddle. It stinks, sucks any boot you’re wearing off your foot faster than you can say help and is a nightmare to wash off.

It was a coordinated effort between my hubby and I, but the truth is he did the bulk of the work, finally liberating the squashed fir trees from their prison and dragging them to the backyard. Once there, we had to protect them from our curious fluff-balls of dogs who immediately wanted to know what we were up to and then, of course, make holes for the new residents of the yard.

A good couple of hours later, we had planted, fed and watered our trees. We were exhausted and more filthy than I can describe. We stunk like the clay and had bruises and scrapes from the pine needles of our rescued friends.

Planted!

We were also jubilant.

Sure, our two trees are a little worse for wear and sure, they might still die; but we’ve given them a chance. It was awesome.

Only thing is…our yard now has 6 new trees…and it’s starting to look a lot less like a yard and more and more like a forest.

Digging a hole

We’re having a new well drilled in the front of our house. It’s a long story but our old well has to be closed and we need a new one. That means we now have two men along with two massive trucks permanently parked in the front of our house causing an unholy mess.

Yeap, those were trees. As in green.

Don’t get me wrong, we want a well. We do. It’s just that I, for one, had no idea what it took to, well dig one.

This is one of the trucks that are needed to drill this well. I honestly had no idea. I didn’t know there was a difference between digging and drilling a well. I didn’t know it took days and days to do the job, and I certainly didn’t think they would dig up our trees to make room for their trucks.

I know there are people who are dying in the world and two trees are small potatoes next to the terrible things happening…but I loved those trees. I won’t get too mushy but I said hi and bye to them every morning and celebrated their little green growths every spring. This year, Chunky was gaining on Skinny and I thought he would beat him…

Then I came home to find this instead of my beloved trees.

I asked the men where the blue spruces were and, brace yourself dearest gentle reader, they had dug them up and pushed them behind the…messy, clay covered barriers. In other words, they were dying or dead already.

Now, this blog is about happy things, so I’m going to say that we’re really glad we’re getting the new well (eventually). Also, this morning, the cutest little baby rabbit came over though the mess for breakfast and he was absolutely adorable.

He really was super tiny and mesmerized our two fluff-balls of dogs. I had to give it to him for cuteness. He was also super fast! I could barely snap a picture of him before he was gone. So cute!

A lesson in perspective

A couple of days ago, I was moaning about my Day Job and how people can be grumpy with each other. Now that our well has died and we have no water, I’m no longer worried about who I have to work with. They could throw Hannibal Lecter into my job and I wouldn’t care. It’s not even on my radar.

Funny how perspective can change just like that. All I can think about now is how much money I’d trade for a long hot shower.

 

 

Adorable odd friends

I was all grumpy today because my car is getting fixed and it’s still not finished and my hubby showed me this video. It just made me grin like a silly kid. So cute!