New Adventure

to quote Himself, "our new adventure" has begun!  Himself and the contractor made the first decisions today . . . and Himself made the first down payment!  lol  Probably the first of many.  I'm hoping you know who will get to writing in here and give some of his observations and points of view.  October 4, three of us will go to Des Moines and pick out siding and windows and doors -- exciting things like that!  I am almost convinced I should stay home but Himself thinks I should go.

Here

Here is Himself, digging out old footing piers so that he can level and "pour' new footing piers.  He gets down and dirty!   But he getsherdone!  

Here we have been digging and hauling dirt away.   He digs and levels and I haul good black dirt to my garden and then scrub the mildow from the cabin's north wall. 

Here, I have started cleaning.  Remember, children!  If you ever get lost in the woods, look for the moss on the north side of the tree so you know which way to walk yourself out of there!  lol



Here!  yes, here.  This will be the building site.  In just a couple of weeks, I should have photos to show you so our imagination doesn't have to do all the work!

I can't wait!  I am so excited and looking forward to digging holes and framing walls and laying subfloor.  I'm looking forward to battles (oh no, not battles!  discussions, planning meetings, strategy planning with Himself on finishes, colors, layouts, details.  I am hoping he will be motivated to post in here again!  I'm throwing down the gauntlet! 

Here is an adventure, waiting to happen!

Scrumptious

Whoever thought Nana would be posting photos of food?  I must think I'm Pioneer Woman or something (oh wait, I do!  I do think I'm Pioneer Woman -- remember all those posts from III where I said "I can do/endure/chop/dig/build/heal/deliver this because I come from Pioneer Stock!)

Himself and I created this pretty meal last Saturday evening at Too.  Himself smoked that pork and created those home-made french fries!  Yum!  I layered the pork and tomato and provolone cheese and toasted it under the broiler.  Throw in a home grown ear of corn and some previous fresh air and exercise, and you have one deliriously happy, well fed, spoiled rotten girl! 

At the Kitchen Table

I'm sittin here at the kitchen table at Too.  I really hadn't wanted to come down this weekend.  We were here last weekend and I thought I had better things to do at home . . . like clean house, get ready for company in a couple of weeks and see my grandchildren.  But, Himself, wanted and had projects lined up and so I didn't moan or whine (or very much anyway) and here we are.  Me at the table with this new friend of mine with thunder rumbling overhead and lightening flashing off to the south and it is right.  I was meant to be here, relaxing.  We have had an extremely busy (wild/crazy/maniac) week at work and as the economy continues to slump, we just get busier.  I have been pretty much in control and level and digging down and getting her done until today when we got the word that next week is the target week.  Next week, we get our training and our go ahead and we move to the new paperless era.  We give up the paper copies and learn how to get our scanned documents out of the computer.  I have to admit, I got a little anxious.  I thought about hyperventilating and pounding the walls shouting "Why?"  "Why?"

I wondered, how will I get my work done using new software and retreiving scanned documents when I almost have too much work to get done now using known and proven methods?

Then we arrived at Too and breathed in the rain freshened air.  We took a golf cart ride around the quiet lake roads.  I settled down and remembered that I have always survived every new software upgrade.  I've waded through many system changes.  I am determined, if not young and agile and quick.  I will adapt.  I will getherdone. 
So this is where I should be right now.  Here at Too.  Rocking on the screened porch with Himself, releasing the tension in my shoulders, letting the worry go.  Enjoying the moment . . . love,  Nana from Too