What a mess!  This pack rat is clearing out lots of STUFF!  I have already whittled out many of my items, but am packing things up for yard sale.  We will be moving into the motor home and out of the house.  This is going to take great restraint on my part, since I have so much, but some of it is just junk and will go to the trash.

 

I think this is my punishment for being an accumulator! 

 

The animals have been promised out, so they will have good and loving homes in our absence.  And the cows will be in the freezer, where they belong.  In fact, the guy who does the slaughter is due here in an hour or so, which means I must get on the stick and round those cows up.

 

My bitter half is back visiting his mother, but one of our neighbors will be here to help, so it won't be quite so bad.  I bring the cows to the area and then go into the house.  They have been good cows, but a lot of work, and I am not going to miss them too much.  Especially when I am eating a yummy steak!

Am I moving?   Not yet.

Eighteen years ago, I REALLY needed to escape the city life.  Planes overhead every two to three minutes, epecially at night.  People who drive erratically, ride your bumper and are both rude and unsafe.  Crowds and noise everywhere.  Argh!!  I wanted to mount a cattle catcher on the front of my car and a cannon in my front yard to start shooting planes out of the air!  I'd had all I could take.

House sold, and then we went to a quieter area and started a year long hunt for the perfect place.

We found ten acres of basically flat land at the end of a dead end road.  Hunter's paradise with trees and lots of wildlife. 

The well was in, and power was at the road.  We found an old mobile for almost no money and had it moved to the center of the land.  We put in the septic and made the mobile habitable.  Our little piece of heaven.

Then the remodel began.  Little upgrades, a foundation, a roof over the top and real walls, one by one.  So far, we have to finish the new kitchen and then start on the living room as well as the 2nd bedroom.

Evidently I have wanderlust, because I now need to move again.  From the Pacific Northwest to the South Eastern regions.  I want to be where I have more than a one month growing season for the garden.  Where the winters are not so long.  I long for warmer weather and a simpler life.  There are areas that don't make the news with hurricanes and tornadoes.  That is where I long to be.

Well, wish me luck.  I do intend to go!

 

(c)2008 Zada Connaway