We’ve been in MO for ten days and Vince has accomplished so much. Me . . not so much, but there really isn’t that much for me to do. It’s kinda like being home for me, and it does feel more like home than Texas does at this point. Probably not so much for Vince because he doesn’t have any of his tools. For me, everything is about the same except for the garden and chickens and they’ve been gone long enough that I was used to being in Texas without them. I cook, do laundry, clean, play with the sourdough, bake bread, knit – exactly what I do in Texas but I do miss Boots.
On the other hand, Vince isn’t messing around outside as much, someone else is cutting the grass here because we don’t have our mower here yet. To fix a faucet or a door knob or even put something together, he often has to run to Walmart because he doesn’t have many tools here yet and you know . . not having many means you never have the right one.
He does have his laptop and a TV so he isn’t completely separated from everything.
Even though Vince wasn’t physically doing the work, he’s been “supervising” so he’s been busy doing other things – the trees were cut, that took two days. The dirt was delivered and spread. The guy with the skid steer pulled out a lot of rocks that were in the yard (it’s rocky here). Vince planted grass seeds in the areas where the skid steer tore up the yard and where the new dirt was spread. He covered it in straw and has been watering it twice a day.
We’re both getting everything picked up and put out of the way so there will be room for the movers to bring stuff in. They’re coming the middle of October. We’re both ready to get settled and have the move behind us. This one has drawn out way too long.