From time to time it becomes self-evident that the dogs need a bath. Not hard if it’s the little dog, Tucker. I put him in the sink and the job goes quickly!
He hates it.
But even more humiliating than getting the bath is Buddy’s reaction.
“Hey man, wha’d she do? You smell funny!”
That’s OK Tucker, you took it like a champ and Buddy’s turn is coming this weekend… 😉
The rain went on forever that week. It was soggy, steamy, and too hot to do anything outside.
That morning I got up and found it cool and foggy. As my morning progressed the sun burned through, and lit up everything!
Including my mood.
I found my dog Tucker on the internet. I took one look at this little guy and knew I just had to have him.
It was the ears I think…
I contacted the seller and found that she lived in the Sacramento area. I told her that I really wanted her puppy, but that I would have to drive up to get him, and would she hold him till I got there. This is roughly a 400 mile trip one way! (Yeah, I’m nuts)
We talked a bit more and she asked, “Where do you live?”
I told her ‘Claremont,’ and she says, “Well, I’m going to be in Claremont in two weeks for a dog show, and I can bring him with me!”
He was meant to be mine, don’t you think?
Well, waiting was hard, but it was so worth it. When we met her there at the show she handed him to me. As I gently hugged him he tucked his little head in the crook of my arm, which is, if you haven’t guessed, how he came to be named Tucker. He was so tiny, and full of pistons and springs!
He still is
Over time we have learned that Tucker will eat just about anything he can get away with. Chicken and goose feed, pens, pencils, computer strap-tights, rulers, used tissues (gag) and CHOCOLATE, wrappers and all… Missing something? You’ll find it, in parts, under our bed!
BAD DOG!
We once found him under our bed with this stolen treasure… thankfully we got there before he had committed suicide by chocolate!
Well, the list goes on and let me tell ya, he is always gagging on it.
I recently noticed my little Tucker’s nose is going gray. Seems like he was a pup just yesterday. We had been under the delusion for quite some time now that he was only 4 years old…
The other day I asked my husband, “Why is his nose going gray already? He’s only four?” Then we sat down, and counting back, we realized he is 7 going on 8!
Where does the time go?
When we moved here three years ago, I walked in and could feel the love in this house. The previous Lady of the Farmlet and her husband had been working so hard to make this a home for their family of five beautiful children.
Then, much to their joy, they got the dairy farm they had been wanting to get for so long and had to move. Let me hear you say it dear friends… “Awww!”
Well, let me back up a bit, I had taken a red-eye flight on a Friday to get here and look for a new home for us to move into at the end of my contract with Pomona Unified. My real estate agent Sarah George, met me at the airport and had me lined up to see about 8 houses in a 200 mile view-a-thon ending with the house across the street from the Farmlet. After looking at all those homes I felt somewhat like Goldilocks and/or Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz…
“Too big, too small, those neighbors must be related to the dukes of hazard, too run down, are we kidding, they want that much for this dump?” My head was spinning folks, and I was tired.
So we had just looked at the house across the street and it was one of the “too small” variety in the kitchen department. A great home, but I could not cook in that kitchen. I just knew! So we walked out the door and there it was. The for sale sign on The Farmlet.
Sara and I walked over and inquired about the cost, square footage, land size, etc. It certainly wasn’t as big as the other properties we’d seen, but the floor plan was more to my liking and the kitchen/dining area was simply put, palatial! (I guess when you have five children you really need room to move in the kitchen.)
Like I said, I could feel the love when I walked in. I was also looking at the home with the eye of someone who would have a budget to refine the rough edges post-haste! But, then of course, the economy quashed my plans by making it impossible to find work as a teacher here. (Bygones. Really!)
Well, we had made sure when we moved that, no matter what, we would have a roof over our heads. We used the equity from the sale of the old house in California to pay cash for the Farmlet AND to pay off all of our previous debts incurred there. It was a clean slate. A blessing in the making.
So, although we would be able to live on Bob’s salary, we would not be able to just jump in and spend money like water to make all the rough edges go away overnight. One of the major, and most expensive, overhauls had to be done the first year. A new HVAC system needed to be installed. You can imagine that was expensive.
Hence, three years later we are finally able to start patching, painting, and fixing! Now about that new HVAC system…
Removing the old system and putting in the new one meant that there were some issues in the hallway.
Like a hole in the wall that went through to the bedroom closet, and then right down under the house!
Granted there was a grill here for the return, and…
a galvanized housing to connect this hole in the floor to the one in the wall…
Now, we didn’t have the money to pay someone else to do this, nor do we have the skill to fix the bracing, or young enough bones to go crawling under the house with the spiders to do that job. So this meant we had to come up with another plan.
Our plan? Lay in some plywood cut to fit the whole floor surface of the closet, then put the shoe molding back in around the edges. Now, laying the same shoe on its side with the rolled edge facing out, and voila, a nice smooth edge facing out. We painted the new floor on the inside of the closet with several coats exterior grade paint to allow a more durable finish.
My camera was behaving very badly, but you get the idea.
We also had to patch the other side of this hall because we took out the old gas wall heater. This wall was is a nightmare. Many moons ago there was a pot-bellied stove in this hall, and the stack was attached to the chimney that ran right up and out the roof ( inside the wall here). Well this is what we had…
The weight from the wall heater was pulling the wall board out and away from the studs in the wall!
And now!
I’m pleased…
Of course, there was one problem that will not go away with any amount of patching.
The arrow is pointing to a giant lump in the wall (and its shadow on the door casement) and friends, there is no amount of plaster that will make that go away. It is the flange that the old stovepipe fit into, and it is firmly attached to the crumbling brick stack in the wall.
The old chimney is collapsing within the wall and will have to be removed… but that is a project for another day.
Next stop? The guest bedroom! This room should be much easier and faster, clean, patch, sand, paint done! This should be a three-day project instead of two weeks. It is taking a bit longer due to unforeseen electrical issues, but we’re getting there… Then I can move the furniture in!
Meanwhile…
(Can you find the kitty in this picture?)I have to finish unloading (read getting rid of) all the stuff that we’d stored and accumulated in the now empty spare room.
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Life on the Farmlet 