In June, when a
person should be out digging in his garden, or mowing, or sitting on a tractor,
or fixing fence, or mending a farm implement, or playing a round of golf to
celebrate day’s end, we have been trying to finalize the transaction that will
end our sojourn in Kansas. About three
things stand in the way of that final step:
getting our “stuff” out of the house, crossing eyes (or is that dotting “i’s”
and crossing “t’s”?) and jumping red-tape hurdles thrown up by FHA, and
finishing the deck.
Progress was made
in all three areas this week. A surveyor
showed up to locate four pieces of rebar that demarcate the four corners of our
soon-to-be ex-world. Sure enough, he
found the iron rods right where we put them.
On to the next hurdle, whatever that might be.
We hauled another
two-vehicle load to the farm, and then tried to find places to put everything.
A garge-cleaning
ensued in the effort to find room. Among
the items unearthed in the purge:
A boxful of wigs
and three traps, one humane, the other two barbaric.
The deck project
nears its end with the arrival of the railing.
The railing on the deck ends insure that a somnambulist won’t wander off
either end of the deck.
Two swallows
seemed to enjoy a new perch.
Sort of makes you
want to pull up your rocking chair and mix up a mint julep, doesn’t it? I still have to
put the skirts around the rail post bases.
When it comes to traps for mouses, I'm highly in favor of barbarism. When it comes to somnambulism I'm not in favor of it, barbaric or not. As for the fine looking house, methinks the buyers are getting a decided bargain - looks really nice.
ReplyDeleteIt sure does look plantation-esque. Not sure a pith helmet would suffice for a large-brimmed hat, though.
ReplyDeleteWeezy sez that when you're moving the clothes you're definitely getting close to done. . . . .
ReplyDeleteI have no personal bias against coyotes. One crosses my path occasionally early in the morning about a 1/4 mile from our place. Think he's going for breakfast of bunny over by the city's garages, which are infested with bunnies running this way and that as bunnies are wont to do.
ReplyDeleteAs for the Touring game, it was revived back in the 80's (I think) with the French name "Mille Bournes." You were given seven cards, most of which had mileage numbers (25, 50, 75, 100, 200). Scattered amongst the mileage cards were the Flat Tire, Out of Gas, Collision, Speed Limit with their corresponding "remedy" cards, as well as quite a few "Go" cards. If you were stopped (or hadn't yet started) you had to draw a "Go" card and play it before you could play any of your mileage cards. Also, there were some "super" cards such as "Careful Driver" (which made you "Collison" proof), "No Speed Limit," and a couple of others, which rendered the other guys' trouble cards null. At each turn you drew a card and either played something bad on another player or you could play a mileage card. First one to get 1000 miles total was the winner. We spent many a winter's evening playing Mille Bournes with the kids. Now it's the grandkids turn. Some of them cry if you put a bad card on them, and at least one gets mad and quits if he goes two or three turns without getting a "remedy" card for his particular ill. Of course they LOVE giving each other (and Papa) the nasty cards!