So, hanging out in the cowboy bachelor pad has made us realize the necessity of figuring out a more suitable abode, ASAP. The necessity of saying "OK. Full steam ahead." I'm not really a full-steam-ahead sort of girl. I like to agonize over little pointless decisions, so you can imagine the heartburn I'm having about all of this. Building a house? Choosing the plans? Picking where it goes? Deciding which trees to chop? What?
And then there's our Pocatello house. Sell? Rent? Even just the cleaning involved to be ready for either option is overwhelming to me. I can't even get my laundry done and I'm supposed to have this place ready to sell? Seriously?
And yet, I'm excited. We've been meeting the neighbors, the new church social network, and they are the nicest people ever. Matt has been meeting the kids his age, in particular, another eight-year-old boy (which he's excited about) and an eight-year-old girl ("It's complicated..." he says) in his church class. We've been traipsing around the property, plotting out where things will go, spotting owls, talking about alpaca and chickens (or not), imagining the possibilities...
In some ways, it seems so perfect that I'm just certain something will go wrong.
Well... There was this...
We had picked out the perfect spot and planned to cut a path in through the brambles from the main road. Then we drove to the other side of the bramble patch and found this.
I called my dad up. "Dad," I said. This behemoth on the side of the road. What is it? It's ugly. Mom and Jen both agree. Please tell me I can get rid of it."
"Dear," he said. "That is the irrigation well for the whole farm. The entire female population of this family might vote that it's ugly, but my vote trumps all. The pump has to stay."
Well, then. Ruin my fun.
Maybe we can build a nice hedge?
So, anyway. Plans.
Back yard. Dad says that he can't move the pump, but he can at least haul some of the random farm junk behind the barn. These trees are gorgeous in the summer.
Side yard (where the driveway will go.)
Front yard bramble patch. Ryan's got the machete out (any good excuse to use the machete...), we've recruited some of the farm guys to help, and we will probably start chopping through this mess tomorrow. I'm thinking I should go out and supervise this project. The men on the farm (Dad!) can get a little chop-happy. (See that owl in there? I love owls.)
This is where my imaginary alpaca will go. And my imaginary soccer field. And my imaginary fire pit. And my imaginary teepee.
And some randoms...
Even though my dad refuses to move the behemoth, he continues to be the most generous man on the planet and bought me an iPhone last week. And I've never had an iPhone before, so I am really excited about this, which is probably obvious here. Instagram really is as fun as they said it was.