Our Old House: Blogisode 6-A Few of My Favorite Things

Having survived a bus and truck tour of "The Sound of Music", I purposely avoid invoking any quotes from the show.  After re-reading my last few posts, I spotted some glaring omissions.  Namely, how incredibly happy I am to be here.

Sure there's mouse crap in my mittens. So what I have exactly 36" of clothes hanging space, and that's only due to the rolling rack for my business. Light switches, who needs 'em?  All of this too, shall pass.  All I have to do is look out a window to see why.  The woods surround us.  Every time I walk around my yard there are new discoveries in this place where I feel I have always belonged.

Family and friends have started to visit.  Some both horrified and jealous. On Chris and Jeff's tour, I had a world tilting sensation, no it wasn't just the uneven floor.  We'd signed papers.  Our stuff was moved in. But standing there joking in the attic of my house with people I've known for more than half of my life, it suddenly became my house.

When we first told Maizie we were moving, she was set against it.  As the closing date got closer, she was even more set against it. Driving home with David one night, she said, "Daddy, I think the house is sad because no one lives in it.  But it will be happy when we move in".



Here I am with all my favorite things, family, friends and home.

...a furnace, hot water, a bathroom door that closes, a dishwasher, a stove that doesn't smell like burning, a septic system, a roof that doesn't leak, the internet