Tired and happy

We had an exceptionally good weekend.

Honey and I visited a local farm-to-table restaurant for the first time Friday evening, and the food was so, so good! We started with the best deviled eggs I have ever tasted. I had steak, smoked brisket empanada, and roasted corn pudding. He had braised pork shoulder, fresh shell peas, sweet greens, fennel aioli, and cornbread. We finished with a piece of cheese cake made from goat’s milk and apple crumble with ice cream for dessert.

We got up early Saturday morning and went to get a utility trailer so we can start carrying our mower over to the new place. Neither of us is experienced enough to back up with the trailer on the truck, so we have to pretty much act as if Reverse isn’t even an option. That made for some entertaining/frustrating moments, but I know we will get better with time.

Saturday evening, we joined three of our friends for a local production of Dolly Parton’s “9 To 5” Broadway show. It was quite funny, but really just made me want to watch the original film. We still had a good time going out with friends – some of whom we don’t get to see nearly as often as we would like.

Honey and I got up early today to haul the mower over to our new property. I cut down a couple of dead trees while Honey mowed around 2 acres. He thoroughly enjoyed himself, but I got overheated and felt like I was going to die a couple of times. Even so, it is great to see the potential that I first saw in the property coming to fruition.

We had the property bush-hogged a couple of weeks ago by a man who came highly recommended by the previous owners. Just a day before while we were walking around exploring, Honey and I discovered a metal-covered drain a couple of feet from the pond’s edge that allowed the pond to spill over into a low-lying wooded area several feet away. I was impressed with what I could see, but didn’t investigate further.

As fate would have it, the bush-hog hit the metal cover and apparently threw it into the pond. It also seriously damaged the parts of the drain that were sticking above ground, and even part of the lining that went below ground level. It turns out this isn’t any old pond drain, but a water control structure by Agri Drain. Basically, it’s an expensive underground dam that controls the water level of the pond.

After notifying the man who bush-hogged, and getting an estimate for repair to the tune of $2000, he agreed to pay for the damages. I feel bad for him, but it was clearly his fault, and the whole situation was about to drive me crazy.

So, seeing Honey riding around on our regular mower today felt exceptionally good. We can hopefully prevent future accidents from happening over there, and using the smaller mower does a better job anyway.

As I am writing this, Honey is asleep in the recliner beside me. The television is turned down low, and I am listening to my favorite Tori Amos album on the laptop. The cats are fed, and most likely also snoozing in various parts of the house.

I am tired, but I am happy.

How I almost failed P.E. class

Years ago when I was a student in a small Christian school, our physical education teacher (who happened to live less than a block away from campus), decided to put a gym in his garage so that the 7th-12th grade boys could work out. He filled the small space with donated weight-lifting equipment and exercise machines, and most of the guys were delighted to get to show off their machismo during the last hour of school a couple of days each week.

Me and my two best friends weren’t nearly so excited about the situation. We were the skinny and awkward outsiders who were more concerned with how our hair looked than whether our muscles bulged, and we typically dreaded P.E. class. Not only was the teacher a jerk most of the time, years of being called gay slurs by the older boys hadn’t helped our self-esteem or our desire to hang around and watch them show off for each other.

During our first class at this garage/gym, most of the guys went straight for the weight-lifting equipment and ignored the stationary bikes that were sitting in a row along the back wall. That made it perfectly convenient for the three of us to leave the others to their revelry, and do something that was out of the way and, frankly, not too physically-exhausting. So, we hopped on the bikes and began our usual back-and-forth banter about popular culture.

It wasn’t long before the teacher abruptly appeared in front of us and proclaimed loudly, “When you girls are done with the bikes, some of the guys would like to use them.”

The words stung.

After experiencing years of taunts like fag, queer, homo, and sissy, we were now being humiliated in front of some of those same perpetrators by the very person who was supposed to be our protector. And at a Christian school, no less.

After that incident, I began skipping P.E. class. I would either go to another teacher and claim to not feel good (which was true, in a way), or I would simply disappear into the school library until the day ended. I wound up with a D for what should have been an easy class – which stood out significantly against all of the A’s and B’s on the remainder of my report card.

We moved on from the incident. Two of us came out after high school; one still seems to be in the closet. I can’t remember if we ever even discussed what happened, but I suspect it scarred all of us in some way.

I sometimes see Mr. Teacher around town. He works at a local home improvement store, and he even speaks when I run into him. He probably has no recollection of what he said or how he acted, and he most certainly has no idea how his words can still bother me all these years later.

All men are created equal

The intelligent and good man holds in his affections the good and true of every land – the boundaries of countries are not the limitations of his sympathies. Caring nothing for race, or color, he loves those who speak other languages and worship other gods. Between him and those who suffer, there is no impassable gulf. He salutes the world, and extends the hand of friendship to the human race. He does not bow before a provincial and patriotic god – one who protects his tribe or nation, and abhors the rest of mankind.

Robert Green Ingersoll

Cozy Craftsman

It took Honey and me about 10 minutes to decide on a house plan. We knew we wanted a Craftsman home, so we entered some parameters on a home plan site and we both loved the way this one looked in the render. The floor plan is also perfect for us; nice and open, not too big or too small.

I can’t decide whether I want a gray or green exterior, but it will be a while before we have to make that decision. I love the tapered columns, the stonework, and the front steps. It looks very cozy, and I know it will look great perched on the hill overlooking our pond.

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Game plan

We closed on our new property loan Tuesday, and I am anxious to begin the next phase of our transition. Our path forward may be building a garage on the new property to live in while we sell our current home, as that will allow us to free up some money before we begin building a new house.

So, basically, we might be kind of “roughing” it for awhile, which I am completely fine with. In fact, there is a part of me that is looking forward to stripping down to the bare essentials by getting rid of things we no longer need. A big garage sale will probably be in our near future.

Our home needs some updates before we list it, so we are shooting for putting it on the market this coming spring. I figure the blooming trees and shrubs will add some excellent curb appeal.

So, for now, we are getting quotes on repairs and new construction projects. I expect this process to take longer than expected, since it seems that’s just the way these things work, but hopefully we will be at the new place before too much time goes by.

I am currently about to die to get started on whipping the new place into shape. There are a few trees that need to come down, limbs to pick up, and mowing/trimming to be done. There are also some plants that I want to move with me, and autumn is the perfect time to transplant things. Unfortunately, the weather isn’t cooperating as it has rained every day for a week.

They say good things come to those who wait, so I am doing my best to be patient.