other house | Life on a Colorado Farm

Before I begin, Sara from http://myfavoritesheep.blogspot.com/ asked: “Could you post a dog/rescue charity that FuzzyDude Brown would like us to support?” I can. Back when I had more time I used to volunteer as a dog walker at CAWS in Delta, Colorado. I always hate to ask for donations, but if you are so inclined ……I thank you very much.

Our last of our company has left, but will return next weekend. This next time the whole family is coming, Momma, Daddy, and the three kids.

I’ve been raking leaves…here and at the other house.

Yesterday Terry and I started getting ready for the installation of the new furnace at the other house. Sadly we are having to tear out an old existing chimney, which has made a huge mess in the kitchen I just finished painting. It was necessary to fix the mess the other person made when he installed the propane furnace for Aunt Benita…the chimney was in the middle of the house therefore that spot is needed for the cold air intake. What a huge mess.

We will get all the prep work done…remove the chimney, restore the ceiling and floor and walls, clean up the tremendous mess (I hope I don’t have to re-paint, but if I do I will) and then we will have to crawl under the house and create (DIG) pathways for the installers to have space to work. I’m tired just thinking about it. The house was built in 1903, by Terry’s great grandfather…he was a master carpenter (although that term wasn’t coined at the time)–his work is outstanding. The house has been remodeled twice by Terry’s Aunt and Uncle who lived there after Grandpa and Grandma Hill passed. Terry purchased the house from the estate after Benita passed. All houses have their issues…we are just about to get this house’s problems completely solved. (Which will be a very good thing)

The corn is testing out at 15.6% We are very close now for the harvest to begin. Terry will have a selection of corn tested around noon tomorrow—hopefully we can start combining. Keep your fingers crossed.

The little kids loved playing in the corn tunnels—

But I’m really sure there will still be some corn still here when they come 🙂

Gradually, gradually we are starting to get caught up. I am so very thankful that we have this time (fall) to work on that other house…spring and summer are so extremely busy it would be hard to get everything done down there.

My mother would always say: “Everything works out for the best….if you just let it”.

She was so right.

Moving forward one-day-at-a-time,

Your friend on a Colorado Farm,

Linda

YIPPEE! WHOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO! We finally got to go with Mom to the other house!

(this is the other house)

I was sure afraid that Fuzzy and I would never ever get to go again. Mom said I was naughty the last time I was down there—naughty only in her mind…that really yucky smelly dead thing was just perfect for a good roll and rub, but she didn’t see it that way.

Then she banished me from EVER going down to the other house ever again!

I think she really meant it too. She and Dad went down there tons of times and just left Fuzzy and I here. So I started trying to win Mom over…

I would do the Beagle Prance and walk ahead of her to the pick-up…nope didn’t work. Then I would follow her to the pick-up and look at her with pleading Beagle eyes…nothing. She just looked at me and shook her head no, got in and drove off.

Then I talked Fuzzy into begging…he’s pretty good at it…he just sits right by the door and politely doesn’t let mom get in.

That didn’t work either.

After putting our heads together we decided that we would just sit on the sidewalk and look pathetic.

AND IT WORKED!

Mom loaded us up on the four-wheeler and off we went. I had to stay inside, but that’s okay. We were with MOM! Going-to-other-house

After that we got to go every time…to take the vacuum and the big ladder down, or just to go watch Mom paint. She talks to us while she paints and we listen real close. Until Fuzzy gets sleepy then he naps. I stay with her in the house or I would go check around and see if that yummy yucky stuff is still there. Mom says I have to stay in the house with her. Okay, I will, just as long as I GET TO GO!