We spent our first night at the cabin last night.
Ada coughed all night long, so there wasn’t much sleep involved.
Sick, crazy bunny!
This weekend we moved some of our furniture–the dressers, beds, and a love seat. We still have to move the big Expedit shelves, which have to be taken apart and put back together, and the washer and dryer.
The house has tons of stuff all over it, half packed boxes. Everything is still in the scary over stuffed coat closet, the bathroom closet, the laundry closet, the attic, garage, and the kitchen cabinets.
Unfortunately packing any of it up with the girls is nearly impossible and Tyler has mandatory overtime this weekend. Frustrating.
The anxiety of having all of my things completely disorganized is not fun. I don’t like it when everything is out of place.
We don’t have a TV at the cabin because we didn’t move them. Netflix is spotty–works sometimes, when the internet is cooperating. We don’t have cable anymore.
It’s weird not having TV and streaming internet. It reminds me of my childhood. We have to do stuff like play and read books. Haha.
If the girls could ever get over this bronchitis virus it would be a lot more fun out here.
My neighbor, who is a bus driver, said all the kids have had the same virus and it’s a long lasting one with a bad cough. Fun stuff.
He said he caught it and coughed his head off for a full two weeks before he felt even semi-normal again.
Ah well. At least the view is pretty!
The cabin is in the middle. That white thing to the right of it is the first chicken hoop coop. (Second one has yet to be constructed…first one isn’t even totally finished because the tarp isn’t nailed on.)
Here’s a view from up on the hill.
This is behind me to the right. Belongs to a neighbor, the older lady named Ms. Ellen who lives in the cabin way back behind us over this ridge. We are free to run and play up there, she doesn’t mind.
These neighbor horses are killing me. Never close enough to touch! Please, let me nuzzle your soft horsey nose…
Is it just me or does this horse have humongous nostrils? I mean more so than regular horse nostrils…or maybe she’s just flaring them at me all the time in indignation.
Doesn’t help that Hank barks at them whenever he’s outside. I don’t know what his hound brain thinks!
We brought Abby (the black lab mix) out here today. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had nice manners with all the other neighbor dogs!
Typically in our suburb she will try to attack other dogs in the yard or walking past. I have to muzzle her at the vet too. But here?
She came up on Brenda’s three big dogs (the horse owner) and they barked viciously at her. She barked back then ran off to play.
I’m still unsure about fencing. People here just let their dogs out to run where ever. Seeing my dogs running happily through the field is great.
Hank and Manuel tend to stick close to home and come back when called. Abby though…she just took off running. I followed her for about half a mile before she stopped.
She doesn’t listen when I call her.
She’s fast too!
Hopefully she can learn that this is home and she doesn’t need to take off running at 240 mph.
Since we live on a dead end gravel road it’s pretty isolated for quite some way, so there aren’t that many dangers, but it causes me some anxiety to think that they aren’t safely locked in a fenced in space.
I really just…don’t know.
I will say they are definitely happy and exhausted dogs at night! I can see that this is how Hank is meant to live, not in town where he is so bad.
We made the best purchase ever yesterday.
Long range walkie talkies!
They’re the Motorola brand kind that can go for an insane amount of distance. Something like 65 miles! They also act as a flash light and weather radio. They recharge with a dock or via USB cord.
Since cell phone reception here is spotty, and sometimes I need to walk a fair distance from the house to lock up the chickens or chase down the dogs I can just take one walkie talkie with me and leave the other inside with the girls.
Rosie is responsible enough to not burn down the house or anything crazy when left inside with Ada, but she gets worried if she can’t see me out the window and can’t immediately speak to me. She loves the walkie talkies!
Abby ran up to the neighbor’s house this evening and while I was corralling her Rosie was informing over the walkie talkies that she hurt Ada’s ear but it was an accident, and how many seconds until I walked back into sight of the house, and can she please eat some chips from the green bag? Haha!
Before the walkie talkies when Abby would get out and run off (in our suburb) I would have to leave the girls at home to run and get her and they would sit there and sob. (I can’t catch the dog while dragging two slow kids along!)
The walkie talkies have totally solved this problem.
Rosie is also sleeping upstairs in the loft bedrooms with a walkie talkie and I have one down here. Perfect.
I can hear Ada coughing and choking again, so I’d better try to save this while the internet is working…