Saturday, March 30, 2013

Moving Trauma

The house is perfect...well, at least in my own view.  This build has made me feel so close to my dad...he was a Realtor, builder and all around crazy guy who left us for the sail boat in the sky way to young, at the age of 49.  He would be so amazed at this house.  Simple yet beautiful.  Although HH and I approached this build with all the excitement of kids who have no fear...there is someone in our life who definitely is not feeling the love.  I have been tempted to send Enzo to the boarders so he will not be underfoot or worried...but, HH thinks we should keep him with us until the day of the big move in another week.  Poor guy...he thinks if he doesn't see ain't happening.

Yesterday was a beautiful day...the kind where you have the windows on your car down so you can breath in all the fresh air.  I went to have my studs changed out on my car before heading out to Sisters to meet the window covering guy.  It is amazing how fast he could get them hung...and boy, is it ever starting to look like a home.  When I got back to the Bend home the golfers were out in droves which made me wonder???...what am I going to do with all these golf balls that Enzo and I have collected over the last few years?

Don't forget about the Give Away! only 2 more days till we see what the dog dish coughs up!