It’s strange that something so trivial as a well being drilled on our property should bring such excitement–but it does. The first time we lived at this property we did not have a fancy drilled well–or plumbing at all for that matter. We made use of one of the old dug wells on the farm and hoisted water up out of it with a bucket on a rope. How rugged I felt when I managed to haul 5 gallons up out of that hole in the earth! How I used to complain when I then had to haul that bucket a hundred yards up-hill to the trailerstead in the August heat and humidity. And when I began to delve deeper into sustainable living, my growing garden plot required me to haul bucket after bucket up the hill so that I could water my crops. We would fill a Rubbermaid garbage barrel with water, and then I would dip my watering can in and proceed to water the plants.
How nostalgic we can be about those hardships once they are far behind us!
Obviously we did NOT make our Thanksgiving move-in date. It was disappointing and very frustrating, but I’m trying not to let it get me down.
The delay is largely due to an issue of paperwork surrounding the radio tower that sits on my in-laws’ portion of the property. A lease agreement with a broadcasting company has allowed Keith’s parents to hang onto the acreage all these years, but that lease agreement did not specify which two acres the broadcasting company had access to–which, left as is, would have given them legal claims to our new home–since it sits on acreage that once belonged to the parcel the lease pertains to. So our mortgage lender required that this issue be cleared up before we can finalize our mortgage.
All this is taking longer than we’d hoped, and it’s frustrating because this property is not just a home–but a place of business–a farm that I am unable to utilize until we are actually living there. But I know that we will get there in the end, and eventually all this will be nothing more than a bad memory. Another hardship overcome that I can someday look back on and feel proud to have endured.
I am hoping that these obstacles will soon be overcome and that we will be able to move in before the Winter Solstice (remember–our family does not celebrate Christmas–instead we observe the shortest day, or the longest night of the year, and celebrate the return of light to our part of the world. Read more about our secular holiday). How symbolic it would be to begin a new year in this new place!
Stay tuned folks!