Three weeks & 1 day.
Henry spends so much time asleep!
I have so many things to do and here he is sound asleep on me, again. I know this stage will go by quickly, so I’d better soak up all this newborn goodness while I can.
Tyler dumped the entire contents of our storage unit in the cabin on Sunday. I spent yesterday alternating between screaming baby and sorting out this stuff. It’s hard to find somewhere for it to go when your cabin has no attic, no closets, and no basement, or a garage. I have no hall closet for shoes, coats, hats, and gloves. Still not sure what I’m going to do about that because there’s also no space for some kind of piece of storage furniture. Hmm.
The front door to the cabin is jammed shut. It just will not open.
Multiple people have been over here trying to get it open to no avail.
The door is a huge custom made wooden beast. We tried to take the hinges off, but it appears that they built onto the door frame after hanging the door. So the hinges can’t come off unless we take apart the cabin wall. Awesome!
Removing the doorknob did nothing either. It seems that something with the face plate on the door frame is caught on the faceplate piece of the door where the latch is.
Really random. Several neighbors, and my dad, and Tyler tried prying the door open with a crowbar.
IT WILL NOT OPEN.
Ok cabin, you win this round.
Our other door is in the kitchen on the side of the house. It’s the original farmhouse door from the 200 year old house that used to be out back. The same house that the cabin’s reclaimed wood was taken from.
This old farmhouse door is special too. It doesn’t latch, it just wedges tightly in the door frame. Partly because the door is old, and partly because the cabin slopes really badly downhill at the kitchen door causing the frame to be crooked.
Soon we’re going to have to start crawling in and out of windows because the two doors here won’t be functional.
My cabin is full of awesome. I swear.
The sloped floor has its perks. The kids loose a small toy, balls, dirt, fur balls, and anything else you can imagine…it all collects in the low spot by the kitchen door. Unfortunately Ada’s chair at the table tipped backwards the other night because she leaned back too hard in the direction of the slope. We had to laugh.
But I do love living here, despite the quirks. I’m panicking at the thought of having to leave here. Why can’t this place be good enough to buy??
By good enough I mean up to code, able to get a mortgage, and a sound investment. Dang it. It’s not unsafe or anything, it’s just not perfectly built.
Someone with a lot of construction knowledge could probably fix it right up. Unfortunately we don’t have the money or knowledge for that.
I’m biding my time. I figure I’ll squeeze every last drop out of this beautiful place, and at some point something will happen–we’ll somehow be able to keep living here forever (with assurance that the cabin won’t fall down?) or we’ll find an even more perfect farm to buy. I can’t imagine what that place would be, but…never know.
I’ve realized after trying for so long to find this place that you cannot control these things. They will work out for the good in one way or another, no matter what.
Had I only known that before! All those years I spent trying to move to various places only to have it fall through.
This amazingly beautiful piece of land was waiting all along! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if the floors do slope, and the doors don’t open.
On Sunday Henry got on a horse for the first time. My neighbor held him when they were in our driveway. He looked up at her and grinned!
He hasn’t purposefully smiled since. I think my boy just loves horses as much as I do.