I have three apple trees on my land (Mum and I thought there were two, but they haven't been pruned in ages and there are two sort of stuck together with dead branches.) I'm obviously going to have to prune them back extensively when the weather gets cold.
The digging hasn't started yet and I'm having difficulty getting the city of Rhinelander to respond to my constant messages, but hopefully in five weeks, I will be almost ready to move into my house.
I'm buying pictures/decorations for the walls in my bedroom and for the living room. I figured out how the bedroom's kind of going to look (it's going to as vintage as I can manage it...mine, anyway) and I bought a kennel for my kitty (when everything is actually settled and in place AND I have the place safe for a kitten) I will get my cuddly animal at last. Funny enough, I'm looking forward to that day more than the one where they move the house (mostly cause the house moving is all anxiousness and worry. I won't sleep that night until I know it's safe on the other side of the road.)
I was trying to figure out where the garden was going to go today, but without the house in place, it's hard to determine where the hell it's going to go. I have a few spots that I think might work.
Let's just hope the city actually has a public works department that WORKS.
Ta,
Bec
21.8.15
Land Owner
Hi,
As of about 5 this afternoon, I will finally, finally, own the land I've been trying to get for three months.
After a thousand hurdles and all those buckets of worry, Stage 1 is over. We close today.
Hopefully I will be able to get the digging on the basement started really soon. Like next week soon.
I have to be out of my apartment by September 30th, so there's my deadline. Luckily, I can move my possessions into the house before they shift it over, so I'll start taking stuff down to the house as soon as I get the keys.
5 1/2 weeks till it should all be over. Yay!
Ta,
Bec
As of about 5 this afternoon, I will finally, finally, own the land I've been trying to get for three months.
After a thousand hurdles and all those buckets of worry, Stage 1 is over. We close today.
Hopefully I will be able to get the digging on the basement started really soon. Like next week soon.
I have to be out of my apartment by September 30th, so there's my deadline. Luckily, I can move my possessions into the house before they shift it over, so I'll start taking stuff down to the house as soon as I get the keys.
5 1/2 weeks till it should all be over. Yay!
Ta,
Bec
7.8.15
Updating You All
Grandma's doing better in the rehab place (apparently she called my cousin Ricky, the only one with any kind of EMT experience in our family,) who thought something was up but couldn't do anything about it seeing as he was in Idaho fighting fires.) Ricky called his mother, my aunt Sue, who went over, saw her mother's condition, and took her to the hospital.
The only thing she wants is to go home, and who wouldn't? My mother equated it to being in prison, with the added neck brace so you can't even move your head when you want to.
So, here's the big secret I've been keeping the last three months or so.
I am 3/4 of the way through buying a piece of land. I've signed the paperwork and gotten pre-approval on the loan for it.
The land is gorgeous. It has really large trees and is situated on the Pelican River. It's two lots that are a little over an acre in size.
350 feet away lies the other part of the equation. Someone is getting rid of a house, along with stove, fridge, water heater, furnace, and sewage tank. They pay for fill. The roof is new.
I'm planning on putting house with land...after I have a basement put in (kind of necessary as the house is small.)
It's already caused me more stress than I thought it would, but once it all gets going, things should be awesome and I should have a sweet piece of property to adapt for raising my son (and daughter, eventually.)
The one thing I am adamant about before I start the application for James is that I have to put up a fence to keep him from falling in the river. I don't know what the undercurrent is like in that particular spot, but I would rather not put my bab(ies) at risk by neglecting to fence the water off. We've already lost one little one in the Pelican in the last year; I swear to gosh the next one won't be my kid.
So that's what's up.
Another thing I've been doing (rather quietly) is writing to James. It's helping me deal with emotions especially; there's a lot of things that have to go right before I can have him as my son and it's going to be awhile. I figured writing him couldn't hurt.
Today I wrote him about his name and explained why he was named James Daniel. This is the part about his middle name. It was so well-written I'm posting it here. I don't want to post the rest; it's not something I want to let go of just yet.
The middle name (at least the one; there may be more) Daniel is not because of my own uncle who is named Daniel. There was a show called Stargate SG-1. In that show, there was a character named Dr. Daniel Jackson. Daniel opened the Stargate for the people of Earth and found the city of Atlantis. He saved millions of people at the cost of his own life at least twice. He was a scholar; an archaeologist and a linguist. Daniel could have stayed home and read books, but instead he fought alongside his friends and passionately spoke out when he felt injustice was being done. He was humble; believed himself a failure (because he unburied the Stargate and his wife and brother-in-law were enslaved; he blamed himself) and was never given medals for all that he had done, but Daniel kept going.
I would wish my son to embody the things that Daniel Jackson did - a passionate, unending thirst for knowledge, pacifism even in the face of those who would see violence as the answer, loyal, honest, kind, gentle, and self-sacrificing to the full. Real men don't need a weapon to make their point, and Daniel proved that over and over (though he did carry a gun for protection.) Daniel was more apt to use his words to try to bridge the gap between cultures and peoples.
I gave you his name to remind you that even in the face of terrible odds, even with those around you speaking war and shouting in anger, you carry the name of one who stood in front of lions and spoke peace, one who faced down terrors and hatred and reached out in love. There is so much hatred and spite in the world now, even before you are here, and it's going to get worse as you grow older. I know, even before you come, that the world probably will not listen to you and you will suffer the pain of rejection and know the voices of those who hate peace and shun your words. But like Daniel, don't listen to them. Do what your heart tells you. Speak peace. Speak love. Never give up, not even in the face of your own death. Keep searching. Keep learning. Be the one who stands up when everyone else sits down. That is the best I can hope for you.
Um, wow. Even I'm impressed with it. I only hope James will get to read it and take it to heart.
Gotta get back to work!
Ta,
Bec
The only thing she wants is to go home, and who wouldn't? My mother equated it to being in prison, with the added neck brace so you can't even move your head when you want to.
So, here's the big secret I've been keeping the last three months or so.
I am 3/4 of the way through buying a piece of land. I've signed the paperwork and gotten pre-approval on the loan for it.
The land is gorgeous. It has really large trees and is situated on the Pelican River. It's two lots that are a little over an acre in size.
350 feet away lies the other part of the equation. Someone is getting rid of a house, along with stove, fridge, water heater, furnace, and sewage tank. They pay for fill. The roof is new.
I'm planning on putting house with land...after I have a basement put in (kind of necessary as the house is small.)
It's already caused me more stress than I thought it would, but once it all gets going, things should be awesome and I should have a sweet piece of property to adapt for raising my son (and daughter, eventually.)
The one thing I am adamant about before I start the application for James is that I have to put up a fence to keep him from falling in the river. I don't know what the undercurrent is like in that particular spot, but I would rather not put my bab(ies) at risk by neglecting to fence the water off. We've already lost one little one in the Pelican in the last year; I swear to gosh the next one won't be my kid.
So that's what's up.
Another thing I've been doing (rather quietly) is writing to James. It's helping me deal with emotions especially; there's a lot of things that have to go right before I can have him as my son and it's going to be awhile. I figured writing him couldn't hurt.
Today I wrote him about his name and explained why he was named James Daniel. This is the part about his middle name. It was so well-written I'm posting it here. I don't want to post the rest; it's not something I want to let go of just yet.
The middle name (at least the one; there may be more) Daniel is not because of my own uncle who is named Daniel. There was a show called Stargate SG-1. In that show, there was a character named Dr. Daniel Jackson. Daniel opened the Stargate for the people of Earth and found the city of Atlantis. He saved millions of people at the cost of his own life at least twice. He was a scholar; an archaeologist and a linguist. Daniel could have stayed home and read books, but instead he fought alongside his friends and passionately spoke out when he felt injustice was being done. He was humble; believed himself a failure (because he unburied the Stargate and his wife and brother-in-law were enslaved; he blamed himself) and was never given medals for all that he had done, but Daniel kept going.
I would wish my son to embody the things that Daniel Jackson did - a passionate, unending thirst for knowledge, pacifism even in the face of those who would see violence as the answer, loyal, honest, kind, gentle, and self-sacrificing to the full. Real men don't need a weapon to make their point, and Daniel proved that over and over (though he did carry a gun for protection.) Daniel was more apt to use his words to try to bridge the gap between cultures and peoples.
I gave you his name to remind you that even in the face of terrible odds, even with those around you speaking war and shouting in anger, you carry the name of one who stood in front of lions and spoke peace, one who faced down terrors and hatred and reached out in love. There is so much hatred and spite in the world now, even before you are here, and it's going to get worse as you grow older. I know, even before you come, that the world probably will not listen to you and you will suffer the pain of rejection and know the voices of those who hate peace and shun your words. But like Daniel, don't listen to them. Do what your heart tells you. Speak peace. Speak love. Never give up, not even in the face of your own death. Keep searching. Keep learning. Be the one who stands up when everyone else sits down. That is the best I can hope for you.
Um, wow. Even I'm impressed with it. I only hope James will get to read it and take it to heart.
Gotta get back to work!
Ta,
Bec
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