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While we still don’t have much furniture, and no refrigerator or stove in the new house, I decided last week that I was going to move over here and use my house for an office while we are still here.

Doing this is accomplishing a couple of things for me. First, it is making me get up and get dressed earlier in the day. Second, it is making me feel more like I really do own this house. It does seem strange to be sitting here by myself in a half empty house, working away on the computer or on my sewing machine, but the more I come over here (just across the yard, really) the more I feel at home.And third, I am accomplishing so much more as far as my projects are concerned.

The hallway seems so huge

It has been nearly twelve years since we lived in an actual house. It feels strange to have so much room that is MINE. I mean, the kitchen area is bigger than our whole trailer. The freakin hallway is bigger than our trailer! While the house still echos from being so empty, I am learning the sounds it makes and starting to adjust to so much space.

The back porch now

This week, a contractor is coming to close in the back porch with real siding, putting in two new windows and a steel door so it will be more secure than this plastic paneling is. This is the last thing we are doing to the house before we leave for Arizona, and doing it will make me feel more comfortable going away and leaving my things in the house. When we get back this fall, we’ll have someone put in the sheet rock and make a laundry closet and pantry, and then the rest of the space will be my office. I can’t wait to see it all happen.

Pig In Pen photo by Kim Newberg

We went to Hillcrest Farms this morning to pick up some New York strip steaks we had ordered a couple of weeks ago. While we were there, we started talking with Gayle, the owner, about pigs. She was telling us how docile the pigs on her farm are, and it made the think about when my father had a pen full of pigs when I was growing up.

We lived in the country, in a little town called Austell, Georgia. Back then, more than 50 years ago now, it really was country. For those of you who live in there now, Thornton Road was a two lane gravel road, and I-20 did not exist when I lived there. Somewhere around 1960 or 1961, contractors started working to build I-20 about a mile or so from our house.

My brothers and cousins and I used to go over there and play on the earth moving machines after the workers went home for the night. What was to become I-20 was just an immense place where they had scraped down all the trees and other vegetation, and then started the work to make it into a road. It was a child’s delight–mud and machines and all.

My father had a pig pen in the woods behind our house, where he  usually had about twenty five or so pigs, fattening them up to take them to market to sell. One day a sow that was ready to have a litter of piglets broke out of the pen, and ran away. Daddy told us to track her down and let him know where she was. When we found her, she had gone through a huge drainage pipe to the other side of I-20 and birthed those babies.

We went home and told Daddy where the old sow was. He gave us a five gallon bucket, and told us to go back over there, and catch one of the babies and put it in the bucket, and run like hell back to the house. Let me tell you, a mama pig WILL chase you all the way home if you have her squealing baby in a bucket.

It comes as not surprise that Fabgrandpa makes me smile! He is always doing little things for me, like getting me my cold meds, or a bowl of ice cream. He always cleans the bathrooms in our house and has done the laundry since he moved in oh, over twenty years ago.  This week while I have been feeling sick, he even did the dishes a couple of times.

I was thinking about this because I saw this contest: Who Makes You Smile. The prize is a trip to New York City for two people plus $1000 spending money, and a photo shoot. Now THAT would really make me smile, and Fabgrandpa and I could capture that smile in the photos!