Due to more travels, I only had Saturday to spend on Big Hill. Tracy came down with the last mesquite door and a DR brush cutter to clean up the undergrowth under the oak groves. I had thought about getting one before I met him, but had decided I was a bit scared of running one, since they are pretty powerful machines. I am thrilled that Tracy decided to contribute one to the outdoor arsenal. We didn't have time to sue it though, since we only had one day before I left Texas. Again.
I am writing this blog entry from Florida. Since I closed on the house four weeks ago I haven't been in Glen Rose more than two nights in a row. Not home long enough to buy groceries or eat leftovers. Or move furniture, or finish the last few interior chores on Big Hill, and start making it a home.
Throughout this blog I have admitted that patience is not one of my strong suits, and that certainly has not changed. But after five years of concerted planning and sweating, I am really, really ready to settle in. right now I have stuff in both houses and don't feel quite at home in either place. The Bonaparte of houses!
There are glimmers of progress- the seven sister lights are up! Not finished out, but hanging in their rightful place. One of the garage door openers is up. Now I just need to get the rock floors sealed so I can take the paper off the bamboo floors and give the whole interior a massive cleaning. Then start bringing in furniture and books and dishes and, as Ava Grace says, "all my stuff, everything I need."
And turn this house into a home.
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