The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

Welcome to the farm!!!

It’s almost ours. We need to go through the inspection and of course there’s the handing over of funds and body parts and we also promised our first born grandchild. But you know what? It’s totally worth it, who needs their right arm anyway?   Let’s take a look around the place.  Come down the circle drive through the big shade trees..
Here’s the one story barn and Rechelle giving me the okay to purchase this little spot of heavenly bliss.
Who wants corn for dinner?  When you climb up in the tree fort you can see Mount Oread.  For those of you that aren’t Jayhawks, well, I’m sorry I can’t explain it any further than that.  The fella gazing out into the beautiful pasture is my realtor, Randy.  Dandy Randy the realtor.  I like to call him Rrrrrrranday, with a nice long Spanish roll of the rrrrrr.
Hoops?  Anyone?  Listen, you can’t live in a place where buildings are named after the man that created basketball and not have a basketball court, no, you can’t, it’s a regular feature on every home.
Thank you all for your kind words and the prayers that were said.  It’s nice to know there’s people that care if we have a home.  Tomorrow, I’ll show you a little bit inside. 

Now, back to sorting through our stuff and deciding what deserves to live in that sweet farmhouse.  If you live near me now and need “stuff”  I’m going to try to sell everything, even the chickens are up for grabs.   

Waiting

This is the barn and if that little wheel gets left behind, well, that would be just fine with me, cuz I think that’s where it needs to be.

I’m sitting here, waiting to hear if the sellers have accepted our final offer. Just waiting. I’m sure they have no idea that my forehead is sprouting a zit every five hours and that my stomach has jumped out of my throat to turn somersaults on the floor. God told me to stop talking to him so He could get some sleep at about 3:00 am.

Really, it’s no big deal. I’m just waiting. I nearly passed out a few seconds ago because I forgot to take a breath and if one more child asks a question about the house I might just stuff them in the toaster and serve them with breakfast. But, honestly I’m okay, just waiting.
It’s all in God’s hands. It’s hard to buy a little piece of heaven.

Home Again

No, I’m not pregnant. No, I still don’t have my tooth fixed. No, I’m not buying a new minivan, but it is filthy from all the trips we’ve taken recently and that alone could cause me to hide under my covers and whimper, but the news I have to share overshadows any mountain of laundry, sticky floor or urine stained bathroom.

So here’s the big news. Ready? Huh? Yes? Okay, you don’t have to yell.

We are moving. Finally. We’re not just moving to a new house or to something that I found down the street, no, we are packing up and heading back West. Back where we belong. Kansas my friends, Kansas.

It’s been a long road to get back home, but we finally made it. God just flung open doors and to put a cherry on top He showed me this.

Isn’t she lovely? The house, not Rechelle, who is sitting on the steps. I’ll share more photos soon. She’s not ours yet, we’re working on that today. I’ll also tell you the great story of how this all came about, but for now I’m wheeling and dealing with the seller of that farmhouse.

Sorry, I had to keep you all hanging. I had to let Clay tell his current employer that he’s leaving before I opened my big mouth up to the world.

I feel, I feel, I….don’t know. It’s all so big. Hopefully, I won’t wake up and find myself drooling on my keyboard.