Back Home Again in Indiana!

Whew. Never thought I’d be living in Indiana again, which just goes to show you YOU JUST NEVER KNOW, DO YOU?

Despite the boxes that remained piles about hapazardly, I LOVE this yard house.  I promise I will post pics as soon as the clutter reaches a reasonable level but I LOVE this yard house a lot!  I’ve been busy planting unpacking every minute I get and the results are rewarding.

I’ve still got way too many tomato plants in the ground boxes full of knick-knacks that I just can’t seem to shake off despite several moves.  But I am determined to give away at least some of the clutter.

But don’t hold me to that.

There are baby robins tucked up in a little next built between the house and the porch light on the back deck so we have not yet been able to enjoy our deck this spring.  But they are a week and a few days old now and it’s amazing how rapid their growth is.

I took this a few days ago. They are much bigger now.

 All the mama robin does all day long is pop worms into their gaping maws.  It’s the cutest thing but poor Mama must be tired.  Actually, I can commiserate, though she doesn’t know it.

What else?

TREES!  Two fruit trees in and two on the way. I am going to have a delightfully cool and shady mini-orchard nook up and running in a few years!

So far, only a few bad things mar the perfection of this house:

A) The shiny, new, smooth-top stainless steel range only goes down to 170, thereby making it impossible to dehydrate and keep the enzymes alive, rending any raw food effectively cooked. Sigh.  Guess I need a dehydrator.

B)  I have to get into my stinkin’ car for every stinkin’ trip everywhere.  Sigh.  Guess I need to start bulking up on goods and get a playset and playhouse for my little one to play in.

C)  It’s not in Oregon.  Sigh.  Really?  If this house were in Oregon?  I could live here forever (as long as I had a dehydrator. And an electric car.)  I know, I know. But this post on Posie Gets Cozy just says it all. Particularly the part about getting a double Americano in the middle of the woods.  Oregonians are famous for their practicality.

Anyways, just thought I’d stop by to say hi and let you know the boxes haven’t QUITE gotten the best of me. Yet.

Last Day

This was the last day of my extended single-parenting effort and I, for one, am glad.

Actually, I’m sure Miles will also be glad so that makes two people glad.

I’m both exhausted and defeated by how terrible my mothering has been particularly over the past couple days. Miles has been testing his limits a lot over the past few days (or it seems that way to me, anyway) and couple that with PMS and you have for a bad scenario.  I hate the way I’ve been responding to him; even though I know it is the culmination of some stressful times, I dislike it and look forward to having some help so I can step back and hopefully regroup and respond better going forward.

Tomorrow I’m headed to IN for a last walk-through with the agent (Criminals! Beware!  Am leaving 3 very dangerous and unpredictable cats at home! Also! Large dog next door!  You cannot enter undetected or leave unharmed!) after a stop at the dairy from which I will potentially be buying a cow to get bootleg raw milk (Am super-excited about that and it is the topic for another post.  I’ve been doing a lot of reading and am convinced that real milk from cows living in optimum conditions–outside in the meadow– given their very most favoristest food–grass–is a super-food, nutrient-dense and powerfully effective.  And safe, Mom, very safe. I’ll tell you all about it.  Note to all:  Read The Untold Story of Milk: Green Pastures, Contented Cows and Raw Dairy Foods by Ron Schmidt. Or just wait till I blog about it.)

Where was I?

Right. Walk-through.  Over-night with T in Indy, closing at 9 a.m. Thursday, probably run up once more to gloat and then head home to OH again BUT my mom (bless her heart) will be coming to meet me (hopefully) and then Friday we’ll do a last food tour of C-bus pack and T will be home Friday night and Saturday we’ll eat more ice cream pack and Sunday T will go back but Monday  the movers will come and take our crap load of stuff (Oh! Remember when we could move with a couple cars and a pick-up truck?  Yeah, neither do I.  That’s way too long ago.)

HOPEFULLY, God willing (which He has been so far very recently), we’ll be able to get on the road again to IN and that will be that. 

Home again, home again, jiggedy-jig.

Lord, how ready I am. 

Sad to leave.

But ready.

And looking forward to being a better mom because of it!

House Stuff and Earth Day Late

So things are moving apace regarding our little half-acre of Indiana  (note: if I have a half-acre now, will I be content with less in OR?  Answer: Yes. It’s OREGON, after all).  The sellers agreed to fix everything we asked but won’t spring for access to the crawl space under the master bed/bath addition, which I didn’t think they’d do anyway since it wasn’t an issue for them when they bought the house.  There is only about 5 – 10 inches between the ground and the concrete slab under the addition.  So now we are waiting for the rest of the repairs to be done and the assessor to go assess and we’ll be all set! 

The bank has agreed to loan us large sums of money so they can buy our house and we can pay them for the privelege of living there.

We may even have someone interested in moving into our apt here so that we are not stuck paying rent AND mortgage (here’s hoping!)

Last but not least, I’m reading an awesome book called Gaia’s Garden: A Guide to Home-Scale Permaculture, Second Ed. by Toby Hemenway (who, incidently, is an associate prof at MY old alma mater, Portland State University in God’s own country Oregon in the best city in the lower 48 Portland)

Gaia's Garden: A Guide to Home-Scale Permaculture

This fabulous book is energizing me and getting me sooo excited to have some land to mold into a living, creating green space.

And here are some fab quotes from the book itself in honor of Earth Day, which is every day, and which I was too lazy busy to post about on Thursday.

About 70 percent of the globe is blanketed by…[water]…but…The accessible fresh water in lakes, rivers, groundwater, and the atmosphere makes u ponly half of one-quarter of 3 percent–for non-Einsteins, that works out to 0.375 percent–of Earth’s total water.

The average, 2,000-square-foot, two-story house has over 1,000 square feet of roof…If that house is in a region receiving forty inches of rain a year,…the roof will collect 25,000 gallons of water each year, ….enough to keep a 1,000square foot garden watered for 250 days of drought.

(rain barrels for all!!!)

A single tree may have ten to thirty acres of leaf survce, all able to draw dust and pollutants from the air. (amazing!)

Happy Earth Day, everyone!

It’s Not That I’ve Been Avoiding You or Anything

I’ve just been, well, busy.

You probably know by now that T got a job in Indianapolis. So yay for a permanent job but boo for another move. Or at least boo for moving to Indiana!  The horoscope didn’t say anything about THAT coming. 

Oh, well. We’ve lived there before AND it’s one state closer to Oregon.  So it’s not all bad.

The week after Easter we had a mad whirlwind how-far-can-we-push-our-toddler-in-the-carseat tour of a bunch of different homes and finally settled on one we liked kind of rural-ish but not exactly but on HALF AN ACRE of land. Woohoo! Oh! The fruit trees! Oh, the berries! Oh, the veggies!  I’m really kind of excited about that, if you can’t tell.

We offered, they counter-offered, we accepted and today was the inspection.  There are some funky things going on with the house that are kind of major and need to be fixed and we are kind of wondering how the sellers didn’t know about them when they bought the house 8 years ago but then again, we  ourselves had the pleasure of buying the buyers of OUR house a brand new sewer stack so it just goes to show you.

The septic system was gurgling at the end of the inspection which means a plumber needs to take a look (by the way, the inspector ran the water for the whole 3 hours, telling me that it would be about 300 gallons of water which, according to him, is not excessive use for an American family. Let’s just say that together. Three HUNDRED GALLONS of water. PER FAMILY. I’m pretty sure I don’t use that much. I’m pretty much uber-water-conservation-Nazi who annoys her husband by her incessant nagging to turn off the water when washing dishes and who flushes her toilet with her own collected shower water. 300  hundred gallons?). So Plumber. 

Then the ceiling of the crawl space had at some point been insulated. Wrongly.  So the insulation was put on upside down and is now sagging and collecting moisture and this could cause rot and mold and all kinds of fun stuff.  So, that’s an issue.

AND, the sump pump is connected to its electral outlet by an extension cord. Extension cord + standing water = not actually very safe.

AND, the inspector could not find a way to access the crawl space under the newer addition, which includes the master bed/bath, utility room and garage (turns out it IS over a space, not slab).  T said he kept remarking on this and was even willing to come back at his own expense to inspect it if we could find a way in.

SO, that’s it in a nutshell and I really really really want to get my garden going THIS YEAR so those sellers better pony up and accomodate ME and since they have already moved out and are living elsewhere, you’d think they’d be kind of willing to do so.  Because loose gutters and some cracks in floor tile aren’t that big of a deal but health hazards kind of are. 

And plus we didn’t get any money back on the improvements WE did to OUR house (ok, granted they did not include a new kitchen with granite countertops BUT STILL) AND we had to buy a new sewer stack so they gotta take some hits, too, to equal out OUR personal karma.

No News is…No News

T was supposed to hear yesterday about the job he interviewed for last week but he got an email yesterday saying they were “taking more time for consideration”. 

At this point we both have the feeling that he won’t get this one.  But as a) he didn’t expect to get an interview and b) we really didn’t want to move there anyway, perhaps its not ALL bad.

I was thinking the other day that it has been about a year since he started looking for a job to come up here and so its been about a year that we have really had no idea about the future or what it would look like from month to month.  And while humans actually DON”T have any idea of what the future hold from month to month, we do tend to allow ourselves to settle into grooves and at least THINK we know what to expect.

So this state of unsettledness has been going on for awhile and is getting wearing.

And to top it all off, T saw some positions with his company in the state of MAINE and i have been thinking with great longing of the state of Maine all week but I know it would be great foolhardiness to even contemplate moving there when our whole goal is to stay near family whilst the children (which of course, means the TT at this point) are little.

But, Maine….

This kind of scenery counts for a lot

But if we were going to move far away, we’d just move to Oregon and save the hassle of a coast-to-coast move:

Ok, technically it's Washington, but you get the gist.

 

But in the meantime, we’d just like a job, please, and we’ll be still satisfied even it is in the mid-west for the time being.

Flat fields for now are fine.

Praying precisely

There has been some movement recently on potential jobs for T and one for which he interview last Friday and felt like he might be a strong candidate for and couple leads at his old job.

Nothing, however, in the city in which we now live.

And while I have been praying and believing quite as steadily as is possible for me, in between the bouts of not believing and feeling generally gloomy, that something good will turn up, this job for which T interviewed is in, well, Indiana.

It kind of came out of the blue and when he applied for it, he didn’t really think he had a chance but after a phone interivew (which he didn’t feel went particularly well) they called him in for a regular interview.  He actually quite liked the guy he’d be working under and, ironically, that guy’s boss is from Germany and so during T’s interview with Mr Germany, they talked a lot about the different kind of perspective you get when living in a foreign country and how while that is a great strength, not many employers actually realize that. 

So obviously if T spoke German, we know he’d be in like Flynn. (altho, what does that really mean, anyway?)

HOWEVER, it’s in INDIANA and the only possible positive side to that is that it is even closer to my mom’s and close enough to be able to pop up to her house on a given day.

After spending the afternoon in our friend’s backyard, planning how I’m going to get their veggie garden ready for them, watching Miles hang on our friend’s kids, and realizing how bummed our kind friends actually are to hear that we might move away, I don’t want to move.

But there’s been absolutely no job action here in this city for T and while there are some potential leads down south, we feel like it would be both foolish and irresponsible not to take a job if he were offered it.

A job in hand is worth two interview in the bush, as it were.

But I’m sad.  I should’ve prayed more specifically!

On the bright side, maybe T won’t get the job and save us from making the decision that neither one of us is very keen on but which would be the right one.  Because at least it would be a job!  And we could get moving on Hypothetical Child #2 and also GARDEN and also T being able to get home faster.

So there you have it.  I’m sure it will all work out, I’m just sad to yet again leave friends behind just as we get into a niche.

But I’ll be sure to keep you posted as we should know by the end of the week.

(p.s. sorry if this post sounds gloomy. I don’t feel particularly gloomy, just sad at having to leave friends again, especially t’s friends.  But then again, what would life be without a little sad in it.  It wouldn’t be real, that’s for sure!!)

City, 1; FussyCrankypants, 0; or, Why is it ALWAYS the bike??

When the Fussy Crankypants first got married, Mrs Fussy Crankypants had a bike (named Clive, true story) and this bike lived on the balcony of the second floor apartment they had the dubious pleasure of renting.  Clive’s history with the Fussy Crankypants was very short-lived as he was soon thereafter lifted/pinched/stolen/heisted from said balcony.

Last Father’s Day, Mrs Fussy Crankypants just happened to decide that buying a bike for Mr Fussy Crankypants would be both a brilliant and an awesome gift as Mr FC was always talking about going for a bike ride.  So one day, Mrs Fussy Crankypants left him at home with The Tyrant while Mrs Fussy Crankypants took his car (Mrs FC’s car having a carseat in it) to the Big Evil Box Store That Shall Remain Nameless But that Starts With Wal and Ends With Mart and picked out a brand new bicycle and wheeled it up and paid for it and took it out into the parking lot and put it into the trunk except she didn’t do that part because as it turned out it wouldn’t FIT in the trunk and so therefore she stood around in the parking lot looking frustrated and sweaty (did she mention it was starting to rain?) until some nice man who just HAPPENED to be an avid cyclist parked his car two cars down and came down to help and just HAPPENED to have the right kind of tool in his car to be able to take the wheel off and get the bike in the trunk at last and got it home and into the shed (did she mention the rain?).

Upon getting the bicycle for Father’s Day, Mr FC was delighted but also not in that he did not like the super-cool retro designed bike that Mrs FC had chosen, claming it was “too hard” to pedal. (Whatever) And so the bike was exchanged, after a suitable waiting time, coordiation of schedules, cramming BACK into the car and also waiting for the Only Employee Who Could Sell a Bike to get back from vacation at the Big Evil Box Store That Shall Remain Nameless But that Starts With Wal and Ends With Mart. And also it was Tuesday in the fourth quarter of the new moon three weeks before the summer solstice. Probably.

After getting the Bike of His Dreams For Under $100, Mr FC then proceeded to ride the bike around the FC’s then-neighborhood non-stop. Or at least three times.

Following the Folly of the Big Move of the Fussy Crankypants’ this year, the bike took up permanent residence in the garage, waiting for happier weather in which to be ridden.

HOWEVER.

This past weekend, intent upon mischief and also possibly finding a warm place to sleep, one or several unknown miscreants broke into said garage and proceeded to sleep in a warm place and/or  lift/pinch/steal/heist Mr FC’s erstwhile and ill-fated bicycle.

Therefore, vagrants and general miscreants in the city of This Fair City are hereby warned and notified that the Fussy Crankypants are no longer under any compulsion to offer succour (or hand-outs) to said down-and-outers as they have just made a $100 non-tax-deductible donation in your honor.

You have no house, the FCs have no bicycle.   That just about evens the score, right?

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