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!

On water issues

Our well fiasco is still an ongoing thing. Apparently (as in, we didn’t know because no one told us), we share our well water with our neighbours. When they started doing construction, they cut the line that fed water to our well and…well we went without.

I moaned at length about that in a previous post, so there’s no need for me to go on here about how hard it is to have no water and how spoiled we are in Canada with water. No, no need. Instead, I’ll let you know that we do have water, albeit our neighbours’ because we reconnected the water line.

Still, we need a permanent solution and stealing their water is not it. So, we have someone coming in to drill a new well for us…sometime this week. Hopefully very soon.

Now, you’d think that’d be it. I’m done talking about water and taking up your time. Well, no. Our sub pump decided this was the perfect time to throw a fit and it broke yesterday. Ironic, because a moment ago I was moaning about how we had no water and without a sub pump, we’d be…well, flooded.

This new development almost send my lovely hubby over the edge. He shook his British head and declared we had to move. Right. Now.

He’s away this week, however, so I get to make the decisions and my first one is that we’re not selling our house.

The second one is where our well will go…hee hee.

 

Where our ceiling crack mystery is finally resolved

We found a crack on our ceiling. It was a scary thing, seeing this dark, ominous line weave its way across our ceiling–especially because it kept growing and it showed up with a buddy that lived on the opposing wall.

Well, that was back in August when snow was a dim memory and we had sunlight for hours and hours each day. Now, it’s December. We’ve had two structural engineers come by, a gaggle of construction workers and two sets of supervisors. They all managed to fit through the trap door into our attic and, after much sweating and discussion, they have come up with the reason for the crack.

Ready?

The wind. Yeap. It wasn’t a structural issue, or moisture, or the house settling, or the gods having fun. After many consultations, head scratching and frowns, two sets of structural engineers and their assorted buddies concluded that it was the wind.

The. Wind.

When they told me, I really wanted to scream. These people don’t come over for free. We’ve spent a bit of money to try and fix what we thought was a serious issue. Only to find out it was the wind.

Even now, I still want to do this:

But my computer is brand new. So I better just share the story with you. And add a picture of something to make you smile.

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our little tree, Hope, finally has her colours right. She’s just a little thing but she’s a beautiful shade of red now and we couldn’t be more delighted.

This was Hope before

This is her now

Hope in her beautiful colours

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this has to be one of my favourite times of year. It’s both beautiful and amazing outside. I take every chance to walk with my doggies and enjoy the view. It’s that amazing.

That’s Hope too 🙂

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our dogs are now shedding their coats…or at least dropping hair like teens drop adjectives. It’s made my vacuum a daily necessity.

This is what happens when I brush my dogs

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work is all-consuming now. It’s the time of year when it’s so busy, it’s easy to stay late into the day and sometimes into the night. So, of course, this is when our house has decided to throw a fit and our garage door, our dishwasher and our phone have all broken down at the same time.

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In the meantime…how are you? How are things?Thank you so much for reading! And a huge thanks to  Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share!

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s finally turning colder. It’s been so hot that it was hard to see the leaves changing colours while we were in shorts and t-shirts. It just didn’t vibe.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that our house is slowly coming back together. A while ago, we found a crack in our ceiling and one to match on our wall. Just around that time, we also found dreaded moisture in our basement and tons of mold on things to go along with it. This weekend, we’ve been purging, washing and throwing things out until there isn’t one surface that hasn’t been covered with vinegar or washed or tossed.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work has been nuts but, after many years at my job, I’m a very capable squirrel.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how things are with you? And how is Fall treating you?

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Finally, I’d send a huge thanks to  Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!

Saturday morning bliss

It’s a lovely Saturday morning and I’m in heaven. I have my trusty doggies at my feet, softly snoring and sunshine pouring in the window. With no work today, things just look so fantastic.

What’s that? The crack in our ceiling you say? Yeap. That’s still there. Worse, if possible, instead of finding a solution, the structural engineer found water behind the wall.

And remember that scary spider I named Dante? Well, it’s back and, this time, it brought a friend. Obviously, our home is a major spider holiday destination.

Still, who cares? It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, it’s lovely out and there is no work until Monday. I’m in heaven

Our lawn’s issues

We’re trying to sell our house. To that end, we’ve bought decorative towels to stage the bathrooms, candles for effect and flowers to spruce our deck. It would be nice if our property cooperated, but so far, no luck.

Our lawn has some serious issues and I’m not talking dandelions here. It seems the land around our house has decided that green is old and different is in. So, it’s growing all sorts of non-grassy items.

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What is that exactly? I mean, I know it’s a mushroom but it’s roughly the size of a plate. I doubt it’s edible and it’s not doing a lot for the look of our lawn. It’s not alone either. It has a brother who looks even more non-edible than this guy. Ew.

We don’t really have grass in large areas of our property either. Instead, we have this.

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However, if home-buyers manage to see past the mushrooms and strange, green growth, they’ll see our stream.

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It actually has little fish in it! And other cute inhabitants.IMG_0333

Our home has great potential. They might take a stroll and love it…or step on dog poo poo and hate it.