Settlement on the new (to us) farm is mere days away. Stopped by my local bank branch today to get a cashier’s check. Neither teller on duty had the authority to cut a check for that amount, so it had to be phoned into the regional “home office” for approval. Things checked out, and I did get my check, but it took 20 minutes, instead of the five or so I was expecting. I love this particular teller; she’s my favorite one.
While I was waiting, some woman walked in with her 10 lb. yappy fuzzball dog named Ainsley. Both my cats individually weigh more than he does. He kept me occupied with copious licks and full body squiggling while I gave him a nice butt rub. Eventually, his owner dropped the leash, and he sat by my feet for a few minutes. Compared to our black lab/Shar Pei mix, Ainsley was a little squirt, but he had personality to spare.
So, we are ready to move on to a new/old house. We’re not changing addresses until after the election. It’s kosher, because we still own this place. There is no such thing as “moving day” for us. We’ll do it little by little, using the pickup and our trailer. When we get 90-ish% moved out, we may call in a mover to haul out the remaining really heavy stuff. We’ll move out what we can, a room at a time.
The last time we did this, I lost nearly 20 lbs. That’s a stone six for you Brits. When you start out at 8-1/2 stone, that muffin top is going away.
We are going to love this farm. It’s got everything we want, except an adjacent garage. The pole barn can park anything we want, but it’s a football field away from the house. Not so cool in inclement weather. I’ll have to get a real garage built, with a short breezeway to one end of the house. That’s doable. I can’t imagine the township wouldn’t give me the necessary permits to have it done.
Almost there …
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