I know, its been awhile since I've blogged. So sue me.
What I've discovered is that no one is reading my blog so I can write anything I want. I can use this page as free therapy if I choose to. I could rant about politics or religion or the economy, or why I can never seem to get organized. It doesn't matter since no ones reading it but me.
I could blog about all those things, but I won't. At least not for now. I've decided I need to stop using this as my personal soapbox about all things insane on the farm and start working on turning it into a blog with photos and updates about renovating the old house and then about living in the house and how it eventually turns out when its finished. I have to laugh when I even consider that it will ever be finished.
While I'm blogging about the house, I plan to also start posting photos of all the treasures I find when I'm out on one of my scouting trips. I hope to eventually spend time finding items that need a little TLC, give them a little love, then pass them on to someone else that will appreciate them.
That's the plan, for now.
Until then...
As of last week the house had gotten its 'rough-in' plumbing, electrical, framing, and HVAC. The painter started scraping the exterior, the 'addition' went up, the porches have been started, and the roofer is scheduled this week. Still have to get insulation, and the fireplace installed before the inspection. I try not to get excited or get my hopes up, but I feel a little glimmer of hope that we might actually have walls, heat, plumbing, a roof, and windows by November 1.
I just want to get in the house. All the other things can come later. I just need running water and electricity.
Seriously, that's all I need. I've been on a permanent camp out for the last month with no end in sight. It can be enjoyable and a bit on the romantic side, if you're a gypsy like me, but I'm looking forward to the day I can turn on a faucet and hot water comes out. And I really would like to use a toilet again. And a stove.
I'm so easy to please.
