Do you ever get tired of hearing me say how much I love it here? Don’t answer that. There is not a single day that we don’t say to each other “Can you believe we live here?” or “We were so lucky to get this place!”
Today it was like Grand Central Station around here, which is so unusual but the guy was here on the dozer clearing some paths where we can ride the RTV. Some of the woods were kinda grown up. We needed some cedar trees dozed down. They suck up a lot of water and we’ll chip them for mulch.
The propane tank guy was here almost four hours. Vince was here for a while and the propane guy must have said a dozen times how much he loved it here. Once I said something about how hard it was for us to find a house here and he said “But when you found one, you really found a fabulous place!” It always makes me feel good when others think this place is fantastic.
The washer repairman was here and he drove up and said “I wish I lived in a place like this!”
Then I went out tonight and here’s what I see:
I know . . the moon is beautiful everywhere tonight but I loved standing out in my back yard seeing it through the trees.
There are two people who don’t like it here . . wouldn’t live here if we gave them the place and don’t even like to visit — my parents! My mom cannot figure out why I like it here and she would be most miserable here. I don’t understand those folks!
There are days when I still have to pinch myself to see if it’s all real — just what I always wanted: Not too far from town, enough land that I have no close neighbors, wildlife, chicken, peace and quiet . . and a gas stove!