Things and Things.
I am completely overwhelmed by moving and keeping up with daily chores.
Moving is going ever so slowly. It pours rain all day for the one day off Tyler has each week. Every single week since we’ve had the lease!
We can’t seem to get the fencing set up, which means we can’t move out there for good because we can’t leave the animals here alone. I’m so frustrated!
I wish Tyler could just take a week off, but he doesn’t have any vacation time so that won’t happen. They have so much mandatory overtime that he doesn’t get to leave work until after five every morning, which means he gets home around six, and then he has to sleep later. Shift is supposed to end at 2:15 when there is no overtime.
On top of that they have been having mandatory Saturday overtime, which means Saturday is like a regular work day complete with not getting off until 5 in the morning.
He also has duties to do before shift starts, so he has to go in an hour early every day. The money is great, but not the lack of time to get stuff done.
Plus, I suck at single parenting. Really suck. Especially during this pregnancy when I feel terrible a lot. (Yes, still! It’s not going to go away until birth, is it?)
Lots of people are buying Toyota cars I guess. So much that they are opening a whole new section at the plant where he works. I think they’re going to start making the Lexus or something. I can’t remember. It’s due to increased demand.
Oh wait, here’s an article explaining all of it. It’s a New York Times article about the plant where Tyler works.
Even though moving is incredibly stressful and horrible, our cabin is still awesome.
We finally met our closest neighbors. They live in a tiny silver trailer just over the hill. They’re extremely nice.
Sherri, the woman, is probably somewhere between 45 and 55. It’s so hard to tell! Her hair is all gray, but her face doesn’t look that old.
She has horses and she does dog rescue. Her five year old granddaughter comes over to visit a lot. I bet she will be friends with Rosie!
Sherri told me that her granddaughter knows how to ride well by herself and they would be happy to teach Rosie and Ada to ride.
Rosie is THRILLED. I had promised her she could go to horse camp this summer, until I realized it cost about $300 for a week…not including the gas it takes to drive there and back to drop off and pick up. Living next door to horses and getting to ride them all the time is only about thirty thousand times better!
One day, if we ever get moved and settled in with the new baby, and once Tyler gets a promotion at work, I would love to own a horse or two.
My dreams of having my kids grow up outside in the fresh air, enjoying nature and animals are totally coming true.
Can’t believe it. So blessed to have found this place.
I’m 100% certain it’s an answer to my prayers. I could have never in my wildest dreams imagined this would really happen.
And so suddenly too!
Here are a few pictures from the past couple of days.
I want to learn the name of every wildflower around the cabin. There are so many I don’t know!
See that? Those are my kids in the creek, which is low right now. Rosie begs to go get in the creek and play.
The day before yesterday she took off her shoes and squished her toes in the mud.
ROSIE! Careful, clean, overly cautious Rosie! This move is going to be so good for her.
Remember a few years ago when we went on a hike up a creek and Rosie screamed and sobbed the entire time?
I won’t ever get tired of staring at my yard. (Both sides of the road are ours!)
There’s a county owned graveyard just over our property line through the trees on the very far left.
You can see where there are Christmas trees on the far left, and there’s a big gap between them. The graveyard is about half a football field through the woods past those Christmas trees.
Here are a few iPhone photos from in the graveyard area.
The graveyard is hauntingly beautiful.
I think this grave says 1790.
(The county has an easement to go through our field to get to the graveyard for mowing. They mow at Labor Day and at Memorial Day.)
A newer part of the cemetery is fenced off for a family area.
This made me pause for quite awhile in sadness.
I desperately want to know the story behind this family. Did they live in the original farm house on our property? The house that my cabin is made of?
(The cabin is made of reclaimed wood from the farm house, and the original farm house front door is the side door to the cabin that leads into the kitchen!)
Did the unnamed twin girls and the two year old die at the same time? Or were they buried here at separate times and and a marker placed later?
Why did the toddler die? Did the twins die from being born too small or too early?
Worst of all, how did that poor mama cope? My heart, it breaks for her! The mother and father and another adult with the same last name are buried right next to this grave.
The mother was also named Eunice.
I may never know the answers to these questions. I want to ask the elderly lady who lives in the cabin on the ridge behind mine. Her property backs up to the graveyard from the opposite direction. She’s the mother of my neighbor Sherri with the horse riding granddaughter.
These May Apples grow all around the entrance of the graveyard. Apparently they were a very useful herb to the Indians.
Which leads me to wonder if Native Americans used to live on this land too. Too bad I can’t ask that person in the 1790 grave…
View from the Christmas tree line graveyard entrance:
Poor Hank almost died yesterday at 4 in the morning. Apparently he ate a spider in his crate and then had a major allergic reaction.
He vomited a lot, collapsed, and couldn’t breathe. I thought he was having heart failure or something, he’s pretty old. Then once I realized he was swelling up (insanely, like a Shar Pei!) I shoved Benadryl down his throat and within 20 minutes he was able to take semi-normal breaths again.
As soon as the vet opened at 8 we rushed him in. The vet swore that allergic reactions in dogs were actually somewhat common.
If your dog ever has this happen give Benadryl immediately! I just guessed, as a last ditch effort, but it saved his life and was actually the correct thing to do.
His lips were so swollen they started to crack and bleed. I’ve never seen anything like it before. His eyes were even swelling shut.
His skin was burning hot and he had huge hives on his belly.
He’s fine now! He has to take a strong dose of Prednisone for a few days.
I’m so glad he’s ok. He belongs at this cabin on the front porch.
And goats. Because they are awesome.