Not that anybody cares, but...

It is Saturday night, and I ain't got nobody. Twenty years ago, I would have been bugging the hubby to take me out dancing, which I love to do, but these nights, not so much.
Not so much dancing, or partying, or staying up too late, or much of anything else I was so intent on doing twenty years ago. These days, its all about starting over; doing things differently. As Bob Dylan said, "the times they are a changing". 
What's changed is that I have given up my job, left my husband in TX, moved to KS, and started the renovation of a 100+ year old farmhouse on his family farm. For some reason, I decided that I couldn't get this renovation done while living there in TX and trying to continue having a "normal" life. No, I had to pack up most of my things, get in a truck, move to KS, move in with my daughter, and start the renovation process. Oh the things I didn't know that I didn't know!! I'll be writing a book later about how to renovate an older home, but until then, I'll attempt to bring you along on this journey with me. What a journey it has been already. I only wish I had started writing about it the first week I arrived in KS. That would be the week of the worst blizzard here anyone could remember!
I arrived with a truck of furniture, a dog, and a cat and two days later, wound up shoveling snow away from the door just the dog could go outside. Thanks for the great welcome, Kansas! I quickly learned how to use a snow shovel. There's no trick to it really, just lots of elbow grease. Funny how you can't remember how cold it was or how miserable you were when its 100 degrees outside. From a blizzard to a heat wave. I have experienced it all since I've been here.
To digress just a bit, I survived the blizzard of 2011. Learned to enjoy riding my bike around town to the farmer's market, shopping, & trying new restaurants.  Welcomed spring with wide open arms. Watched gardens sprout from seeds to fruit and learned to not wear anything that will elevate the body temperature. Spring is beautiful in Kansas. It brings not only showers and flowers, but bugs by the millions. Ok, maybe not millions, but definitely two that inflict so much torment on you that it seems like millions. Chiggers and ticks. I despise them SO much. I will learn the secret to keeping them from devouring my flesh!
I wish I could say that chiggers and ticks have been the worst of my problems here. Oh, how I wish that were true. I did mention that I'm here to renovate an old farmhouse, didn't I? And that I'm living here until said farmhouse is liveable? I did, huh? Good. Because this is where my story really begins...