since my last post. Ugh. My daughter-in-law and son bought me an Ipad! I haven't figured out yet how to access being able to post on my blog yet so I'm on my laptop which is hit and miss at best.
We discovered something about a month after moving to Jacob Springs. Well water (or the pipes) stink. Once the water had been running through the pipes for a while, nasty crap seems to build up and so our hot water smells like boiled eggs. Nasty I know. So today we have someone coming to put a filter on and hopefully that will take care of the problem. If not, it could cost about $6,000 to fix it. We may learn to love the smell of boiled eggs!
In other news, 2 nights ago Elmer took the buggy up near the pond and came back walking. Last year it wasn't until March that he started getting vehicles stuck on the property, but this year we're starting early. He was happy to exclaim, "I found a new spring!" Oh shit.
We're absolutely loving it here. We both can't wait until spring. We're ready to start setting fence posts and put in pasture for some critters. Grace wants to raise a 4-H animal so that will be our first priority and I'm ready to start putting in some beautiful flowers and scattering poppy seeds on the hillside. Oh spring, hurry!
I'm missing Jake terribly. I think about him every single day. He's close to half way done with this job and should be home early October. They're going to take a 2 week family vacation to Disney World when he gets back. I'm so glad they have something fun planned.
I've been trying not to think about it, but Adam leaves for boot camp in a month. I hope I don't spend 2 weeks crying about it like I did with Jake. You know I don't cry. I think he's ready for it, but not so sure about me.
I'm heading out to Rendezvous Reclamation today. I'll take pictures and post what I find. Wish I had won the lottery last night...
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Sorry dad, I always write a warm fuzzy to remember you on this day. I've tried for the last 3 days to do one and everything I wrote was either venting frustration or mean spirited. Guess I've hit a rough patch and mom always taught us, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."
I love and miss you!