Today the kids helped Ralph and I shop for a house. To rent, not buy. For now.
My kids are awesome at house-shopping. They read the map in the car and once at the property freely give startlingly relevant opinions. “I don’t like that the basement is damp,” and “This can be your sewing room, Mama.” Today, in a sun-dappled empty living room (ahh… the thought of a non-cluttered space again!) Nels plies the realtor with his resources: “I have enough money,” he says, smiling at her, his arms hugging his long belly. “I have a whole treasure box I can give to you.” It makes me want to cry – with gladness. They are awesome kids. Ultimately today’s viewing didn’t have enough chicken-room and yes – the damp basement was a turn-off. We’re back to the drawing board tomorrow.
Nels and Ralph are currently out delivering bread and Sophie and I are about to start the film Frankenfish (2004), which I’m sure will be… fish-tastic.
I will be doing the house hunting thing coming up here in a few weeks, on one had it’s full of excitment, on the other it’s lots of compromises and negations. Luckily I don’t need room for chickens… but I envy that you do.
I think this will be a very good thing for you guys.
Thanks, Jasie!
Brian, the actual work of moving (at least for this family of four) is grueling and horrible for me. Not because of the work so much as the massive disruption. But finding a new place is something that’s always pretty fun for all four of us.
I made a habit of moving about every 2 years for awhile there. I’m coming up on two years in my current place. It’s always fun. No matter the strain. To find your new space and nooks and crannies for everything and where you feel the most secure.
K8, you are totally right! It is always fun!
I drove by a very dismal little shithole today. Another one to cross off the list.