Stefie and I are up too late packing into the wee morning hours and we begin to go COO-COO! But, we laugh so hard that we ache!
Loose piece of foil in a drawer and she says, "HOARDERS!!"
These two buys, Sgt. Dave and Brice...they are MACHINES! Making FAST runs back and forth to Livingston with a massive U-Haul. They'd load, unload, come home, load, unload...HEAVY furniture, including an antique upright grand piano.
Worked ALL NIGHT, until 6:30am the next morning to be able to leave house in decent order for buyers. We overstayed our time-frame by 6.5 hours. Nearly killed ourselves getting moved out.
Leaving the OLD neighborhood in the Greater Houston area for the LAST TIME!
The coop and basket full of chickens was my towing job. I got lots of honks and thumbs up. At first, I couldn't figure it out and then I began to see the hearty laughing that people were giving me as they passed by. On Houston freeways and highways, I'm sure this chicken viewpoint was quite a sight!
Home sweet home!
Our new town!
First day in town, wrench in tire. Had to drive over FORTY miles ONE-WAY to find a Discount Tires since our tire was under warranty from that company.
Mailbox installed by Dept. of Transportation after we hand-delivered the mailbox to their office and got a stake to put in ground for desired location of mailbox.
The dogs are waiting for me to get stakes into ground. We had to walk a few acres in the woods to accomplish this task. Wish I would've taken a photo of myself as I wore my plaid dress, canteen belt, holding all the stakes under one arm and a hammer in the other. A vision of country woman in action!
I didn't say I was a "great" vision, just a "vision."
My first day here alone, after Sgt. Dave went back to work...my dad drives out...leaves Houston area at 4:30am and gets here by 6:30am, just in time to fill my generator. We don't have electricity yet, so we're strictly on generator. We should have electricity this week, hopefully.
My dad is about to begin his third round of chemo. The last bit of his hair is completely gone as is the mustache he has had for nearly fifty years. The mustache was the hard part for him, but he looks good. If you're going to have cancer treatment that makes you lose hair, it doesn't hurt to be a rugged man. Although, I thought my mom was beautiful bald as well --- after her chemo.
Howdy marking EVERYTHING, including the chicken's watering bowl. He got in T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
My new view from a window.
The first meal I prepared in the RV kitchen in the country...eggs from the coop and bacon. Sgt. Dave had FIVE eggs and four pieces of thick bacon.
No more refineries and chemical plants surrounding us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And we are very happy!
Sgt. Dave is particularly thrilled about being able to go into DESTRUCTION mode with tearing down, burning, cutting, chain-sawing all day long! He loves it, and said of this next picture, "You can't do THIS in the city, but out here, we BURN our trash."
Loving every minute of it...even the feet that get dirty so easily since we don't have concrete. I wake up hearing a forest full of birds and go to sleep listening to the frogs and crickets.
Can't get much better than this.
Well, except for this...here is my oldest daughter this past week. Heather is pregnant with our first grand-DAUGHTER! Heather is beautiful and doing great!