Tuesday, January 29, 2019

We Found It In 1930!

First, I need to apologize for the abruptness of the last post.  I typed it on my phone just to let you folks know I hadn’t fallen off the edge of the earth.  I am not exactly a suave thumb typer, so…..sorry.
Our "new" home ~ a modest little 1930 2 bdr farm cottage.
She's nothing fancy, rather unassuming ~ and we love her.

     But yes, we moved.  After 18 years and me and my big mouth “I’m never moving,” we moved.  It was relatively quick once we made the decision, but it wasn’t a frivolous decision.  Since spring there had been something stirring in me.  My “baby” graduated high school last spring, and I think there was the realization that the kids would never again be minor children.  They have been primarily with their father but at least in this mama’s heart, they will always be my little munchkins.  In many ways (and much hindsight) I think I have been living for them.  Maybe that sounds weird, but something sparked and motivated me to get on with my life.  I have a wonderful husband, and we’ve talked about how and where we want to retire and it finally came time to walk the walk.  If we are ever to achieve our vision, we had to make some changes.  In case you are unaware, I don’t change easily, but something about all of this just seemed right.  
These are the very steep stairs to what they called "the bonus room."  It can't be classified as a bedroom due to the stairs.  Works for us.  Here let me show you what's up there.

A few of the things we considered were both of us commuting.  My commute was about 40+ min each way and his was 55+ min each way.  We also moved across state line.  Oregon is an income tax state so there is 9% of our pay that we never see.  That’s significant!  Washington is a sales tax state which only really matters if we are spending a lot of money.  We are in the “trying to get rid of” stage of our lives not the acquiring stage.  We are hoping to save money rather than spend it.
It's our hobby room.  I'm actually embarrassed to show this picture.  I can't believe how much fabric I have.  I have been gifted a fair bit over the years as well as what I acquired on my own.  I am going through it little by little and getting rid of quite a stack which is the pile in the left of the picture.  Mr. LB ties flies so his stuff is small and tidy.  All I can say is, "I'm working on it."

Also, once we sell the house up the mountain, we will have a nest-egg to bank and grow.  Not entirely sure what that means as we will decide once it sells and our views on economy and options at that time might be different than they currently are.  We are trying to get things dialed in and create focus.  In addition, we decided renting might be a better option than buying as coming up with a down payment while paying the current mortgage and readying that house to sell would be a challenge. 
If I am standing at the top of the stairs and turn from the hobby room, there is this funny little nook that my grampa's desk fits into just perfectly.  There is no outlet so I have an adapter from the light and ran an extension cord.  I still need to pin it up along the ceiling.  This is my writing and drawing nook.  I am hoping to spend some happy hours here.  Sorry, you are getting the still in process pictures.

Almost immediately after telling Mr LB, “Let’s move,” he found a place I referred to as “the Barry Manilow House.”  It was all yellow and gold and dark wood paneling and florescent lights in dropped ceilings, but had the type of space we needed.  Egads! Gasp! Cough!  So I almost as immediately looked up and found a charming cottage with equally nice garage/parking etc. and suggested it.  Deal!  So I called, filled out the application and scheduled the viewing.  The evening before the viewing, we received a call.  The owners pulled it.  My heart sank.  For the 2-3 months following, I looked at listings daily.  We looked at several houses.  One thing we found is most folks want a large house and a small garage for storage.  We of course, we aren’t normal.  We wanted a smaller home but needed a real garage.  The other thing we found was houses that allowed pets translated to grimy and dirty.  I’ve been a homeowner since 1994 so I quickly realized a few things in the renting world have changed - go figure.  We were nearly deflated after a couple of other places fell through.  We had hoped to move before year end so that next years taxes would be easier - yes, another one of our motivations.  Nine days before Christmas, a couple hours after I had gone to bed, MrLB came up stairs and said, “I have to wake up up.”  I hadn’t actually slept (anxiety.)  He said the cottage was re-listed.  “What!?!” Repeated.  “You’re kidding!” “Nope,” blinding me with phone in the dark.
This was once the walk in cooler.  It still has the original door which is cool.  They put a hole through the wall to recess the refrigerator.  It was just a dingy room with a make shift shelf, a few cans of paint and some old blinds when we moved in.  This was MrLB's first project.  He's such a love.  I knew I was protective of my pantry, but moving it stressed me out a bit.  Now it's all safe and sound and reorganized.

Rentals go by first complete application received = first priority so at 11PM I got up, went down stairs, and got on the computer to fill out the application.  It was a good thing I did.  Another couple had applied the following morning.  MrLB went and did the viewing, said we’d take it, and we signed the lease (online.)  Mind you, I still hadn’t seen it, but knew it was right.  I had asked God to put us in the right place and ‘knew’ he would.  Have you ever experienced that?  After this place was pulled initially and after looking at another place that turned out to be a dive, I had gone for a drive.  Not knowing any of the backroads, I thought I would just see where I ended up.  I ended up staring at the cottage, pulled over, prayed (and cried at that point,) then found my way back to the highway and headed back up the mountain.  So, when that little cottage became available again, I said a big “Thank you,” to God and signed that lease sight unseen.  
Though I'm not wild about the garbage can gray they painted the lower cabinets, I love this little feature in the kitchen.

We met at the house December 21st to do the walk-through and list any existing damage and get the keys.  We hauled our first load December 22nd.  Christmas was at our house up the mountain, then two more major loads the 28th and 29th.  In case you are wondering, Christmas week is not the most optimal time to move.
Homemade cake donuts ~ I had to!

Our “new” home is a 1930 farm cottage and sits on 73 acres (which is leased out to a farmer.)  We are down-sizing by almost 40%.  That part seems unreal as we seem to have everything we need.  We have made a couple smaller loads and still have a few things to get but we’ll be having a HUGE yard sale.  We will be sprucing up the house before listing it (hopefully) this spring.  
It’s funny how in my mind, I knew I didn’t want to retire where I was, but was so hesitant to change just for fear of the unknown.  We love this little cottage - even though it’s not ours, we can be good stewards and appreciate it for what it is and what it is helping us to achieve.  Sometimes taking the necessary steps are scary or imitating but once you start it’s an amazing trip.

There's more to share, but this post is rather long so will close for now.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Comments to Your blogs

Hello all~
Over the past week or so,  I have commented to multiple blog posts. Unless everyone is mad at me, the comments aren’t going through.  Although it is peaceful, I’m looking forward to having internet again next week.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

An Update

This isn’t the most elegant manner in which to share exciting news,
but we have moved ­čśü
Our internet service did not move with us at the same time
so we are without internet until the 24th. 
It has been both peaceful and inconvenient. 
I’m looking forward to sharing the particulars once we are back up and running. 
Tootles for now. 

Sunday, December 2, 2018


It'll be right there on the corner on the right hand side as you pull into town.  You can't miss it. 
It says, "Clancy's" in big red letters across the top of a white garage.  There are two pumps right out front.  Used to stick out like a sore thumb when it was new, but that's the place to fuel up or fix a tire.  Clancy's always been pretty handy that way.  He can fix just about anything with wheels, even wagons.  Most folks knew better than to ask him though, and he'd help folks if need be, but he'd mostly send 'em down the road to the livery.  See, his dad Virgil owned the livery so Clancy grew up fixin' things with wheels.  
It was rough on both of 'em when Clancy decided to open the garage.  Like any father/son operation, Virgil had hoped to one day hand the reigns over to his son.  Thing is, Virgil was still goin' strong, and Clancy was beyond the age when most fellas spring the nest.  The other thing both noticed but neither spoke of was the increasing number of auto-carriages about.  It took its toll on the value of the livery though Virgil kept the business side to himself.  
After workin' together from the time Clancy was old enough to recognize the tools asked for, going to work a couple blocks apart seemed like miles for both of 'em.  Neither wished the other any ill will; it 'as the opposite actually.  Each wanted the other to do well and 'as cautions not to take work from him you see.  The remarkable part 'as regardless uh how difficult it 'as for Virgil and Clancy to adjust, it worked out purty good for the town folks.  The wagons 'ud make their way to one end of the town and the auto-cars 'ud keep to the other so that horses weren't spooked near as much as in towns where the wagons and auto-cars were tryin' to get to the same place.  Oh there 'as the occasional foreigner who'd race through and stir up some havoc, but I s'poze that gave folks somethin' to talk about.
Why one time after Clancy had been open for a few years, it was Halloween.  Back then oft' times the young folks 'ud pull pranks on Halloween.  I don't hear uh that 'nymore.  Well those kids, they took a car that was parked at Clancy's and sat it right across the entry to the livery, and took a wagon and parked it right in front of the pumps so Clancy couldn't sell no gas, huh.  It was the darndest thing watchin' the folks who had to wait at both places.  Virgil and Clancy just kinda shook their heads and went to work to set it to right.  See the car, it didn't run, and the wagon was broken so it all took some doin'.  They ended up gettin' Hank Morton's big feed sled and team and was able to push the car up on it.  They got it back down to the garage, but gettin' that broken wagon up on the sled was a bit more of a challenge.  After a lot of work and pullin' uh ropes though, they managed.  How those kids did it in one night, I'll never know.  That seems like just yesterday.  I can still see 'em all plain as day just like they were.  Only most of 'ems gone now.  
The livery burnt down years ago.  Clancy's still there though, but doesn't work on many cars no more.  I should go see him.  I used to stop in when he got that machine.  You could put your coins in it and get a Coca-Cola straight from the machine cold as could be.  There were a few of us who'd stop by and visit while he was workin' on a car - or help if he needed.  Then in the winter, he always kept a pot uh coffee goin'.  He had him this empty coffee can and cut a slit in the top like so, and we'd all add to the can so he could keep makin' us coffee, huh huh.  
He's alright that Clancy.  If you stop in, you tell him I say Hi. 

(You should be able to click on the picture and be directed to the source.)