Starting to Feel Like Home

After a little more than two weeks, it is finally starting to feel like home. Most of the boxes are unpacked, we’re learning where all the light switches are, along with where we put everything.

Last night we even planted our trees in the front yard. Yeah, the same trees we had in front of the old place, we had dug them up and set them aside for a while, but now they are happily gracing our front yard. Well, all except my huge lilac bush, I’m sorry to say it didn’t make it. We left it lay in the woods too long, and it died.

This week we’re going to get our whole front yard stone raked, me and the kids did a twelve foot strip directly in front of the house last week, but decided that doing the whole lawn by hand was way too much, so dad’s going to bring the backhoe up for that.

We’re starting to see some grass, even though we didn’t plant it, and we’ve even found a few places that my hosta, which got dozed under, is starting to spring up. Luckily, it’s right in front of the house, so we don’t have to move it far once it gets a little bigger.

We even got the mailbox moved last night, it’s now at the end of the new driveway, instead of where the old one used to be. The driveways still confuse a lot of people, I thought the Schwann man was going to pull into my yard (mud pit) the last time he came. Of course that huge heavy truck of his would have sunk quickly in the two feet of topsoil that’s covering the old driveway. Not that I’m one to talk, I always slam on my brakes at the last second and barely make it in the driveway, hopefully now that the mailbox is moved, I won’t do that anymore, I’m just so used to using it as my guide.

We’re trying to decide what to do with the big rocks at the end of the driveway. The one that is standing is over six feet high and at least 6 feet wide. We’d love to get it carved with our name and house number, but we’d have to find someone to come here and do it, as that rock is unmovable except by large heavy equipment. I think Uncle Denny was surprised that he got it up the hill with his dozer. The smaller of the two rocks, on the south side of the drive, is lying down. Dad and Russ tried to stand it up last night using the backhoe and skidsteerer as a team, but all they managed to do was break a tooth off the backhoe bucket, and make lots of sparks. Of course, maybe if they had tried to do it in the daylight when they could see, things would have gone a bit better, but instead it was 8:30 pm when they were out there trying. I don’t care if that one ever stands up, as I think it’ll be had to see around, you can’t see far down that side of the road as it is because of the hill and the turn, it’s just kind of pull out quickly and step on it, hoping for the best!

Today’s the day that we’re finally supposed to get the keys for our house, and be allowed to move in, according to the mortgage brokers. Yeah, whatever….

But it will be nice to finally be able to lock both doors when we leave, and not have to worry about who’s wandering through the house while we’re gone. Of course, who would dare to enter with my three guard dogs on duty. Yeah, Lewy is the only one who could even remotely be considered a guard dog! Jack would go home with anyone that talks to him, I’ve pulled him out of many people’s vehicles over the last years and a half, and Woobie runs and hides under the desk when anyone new comes over, he may growl and bark a bit, but he’s only a ten pound dog – not really a force to be reckoned with. But Lewster can show attitude if and when provoked, he’s not a dog that I would want to mess with when he’s angry, and he hates new people, the only one he seems to like is my youngest niece MacKenzie Leigh, he’ll lay and let her play with his tags, and pull his ears, without ever moving.