Thought I had forgotten you? No, just not able to keep up with everything. Pushed and pushed to get the house ready enough to bring in a realtor and at the same time get ready for Christmas. We failed on both accounts. We weren't fully ready for the realtor or Christmas. We did interview over the phone some realtor companies that come to our town, most don't. Then when the realtor we had chosen came to the house and later brought back what she thought we should sell our house for, we had a bad feeling about it. As we contemplated that feeling we realized we need to finish projects on the house but wait to put our home on the market. You know what restraint that takes? Your impulse is to hurry and sell and that is the advice you get but hurry might not get us the price we need.
At least I've done the research to know what each of the realtor companies offer and at what price. Let me just say the majority of the realtors are waiting for the buyer to fall into their lap and will admit if pressed that many of the things they do aren't effective - like open houses, they just do them anyway. How does that make sense?
Meanwhile this coming week we are meeting with the family that owns the home we wish to buy and hopefully settle one way or another on some concerns. Don't know what the Lord has in mind but we feel peaceful on that front. How we will pay for that place if our house sells for a dime like the realtor advised us to market ours for is beyond me and naturally panic settles in over that thought. (Houses just haven't sold in our area for the past year unless they were listed for dirt cheap.) It takes a mighty shove to push that aside and say "Thy will be done Lord" and search for his still small voice. With faith it all will work out.
We do have a large amount of things to sell or move. So maybe that is what we need to do first before putting our home on the market. That requires that we have a place to move to so we know first of all what we will need there. We have a forging shop and a storage shed and a semi-trailer Kirk was going to turn into a shop but presently holds lots of storage from our home. We have a little pile of scrap metal we use on projects like the front porch and, and, and all neatly stacked but maybe folks couldn't imagine the place with it gone.
There is all the things at the corrals too that need to go or be sold. We have our work cut out for us and it will all take time. Maybe the first step is indeed a place to move to and then we can shift to what is going and what is staying and putting it up for sale with its removal before selling our home. Just Lord please make it before I have two lawns to mow and a garden to deal with. The lawn at the other home is HUGE. That will have to eventually change.
As for Christmas, it was none stop go, go, go. We had all four little girls for two days and then asked that the little one be picked up on Thursday.
I must admit guilt pangs wracked me off and on Thursday evening after the one year old ran to the far corner of the living room and yelled NO!! when her dad asked her if she was ready to go home. She had so much fun and experienced new things at every turn, one can hardly blame her for not wanting to leave. But she came on Tuesday and left on Thursday, I'd say that was pretty long for a one year old. This is a very needy child who demands human interaction almost constantly. This grandma had only an hour or two worth of sleep Tuesday night and not much on Wednesday night either because of her constant tossing and turning in the Play and Pack by my bed or part of the nights I was sandwich between her and her four year old sister being kicked and punched. If sleep didn't come and soon I'd not be walking come Friday. Addison's disease does that to you.
On Tuesday Toni read " The Gingerbears' First Christmas" and we made tiny ginger bread men for Santa's elves, The Prep and Landing crew. If you haven't watched those shows you should. They are really cute and our four year old became a big fan. We made ginger bears for Santa and of course peeled carrots for the reindeer. When the food disappeared off the plate we set out Christmas Eve for Santa and his crew, each child in turn declared it was cemented proof that Santa does indeed exist. On Christmas Eve we kept the computer tuned to NORAD so the kids could pop in and out of the room to see Santa's progress something I've not done before
Meanwhile, the two older girls popped in and out of the basement pushing the handle back and forth on the old bulky knitting machine creating a scarf for themselves. The machine has no electronics and is very similar to the wood ones made and used in cabins in the pioneer era. Knowledege, time, and the feeling of artistic creation being one of the gifts I wished to give them this year. I later crocheted frills on the ends and will begin blocking them today, along with the one I whipped up for the four year old.
The marshmallow popcorn didn't taste quite right being made like Rice Crispi bars. I couldn't find my old recipe but I'm sure it had a touch of Karo syrup in it. Still it was fun.
The six year old received a sewing machine from her parents for Christmas on Monday being she is into fashion and our oldest daughter helped her sew two draw string bags. Her first sewing experience. She did very well.
The kids played in the snow for two days. The youngest had the most bewildered look on her face as we dressed her up in snow pants, mittens, hat and snow boots. Or attempted to put snow boots on her. She has such thick ankles you can't get her feet in and without the liners the boots fell right off. We settled on high top tennis shoes.
Bundled to the waddling stage, she became a one year old dare devil. The kids don't go out in the snow at home but live in it here so this was this tykes first experience with the cold white stuff. She flopped all over in the snow and the faster the better when sliding down the hill. The problem being she flew off the sled if the speed wasn't controlled. We attached a length of baling twine to the saucer and slowed her decent to solve that problem.
On Christmas our oldest daughter (their aunt) and the girls dug deep into the costume boxes and clothes flew everywhere as they whipped them off and on with frequent costume changes while acting out the story leading up to Jesus Christ's birth.
The shepperds weren't exactly Scottish I know but our oldest daughter insisted on wearing the Touring caps. Her reasoning, "They would have been there had they known." We ran out of sheep so a llama attending this non traditional scene.
She also decided that one of the wise men must have been a businessman too and donned a vest and this hat on our four year old.
We had to repeat the part of Samuel the Lamanite high on the city wall, (aka, the bench), calling the people to repentance and prophesying of Jesus birth. The older girls kept hitting Samuel, with the wadded up paper balls or rather our four year old while peels of laughter rang out. They were completely rewriting scripture for the Lord protects Samuel from the stones and arrows slung by the angry crowd.
When Kirk got home on Friday he showed the kids a neat trick with a pomegranate. You cut it in half and tap all around the outside and the seeds fall out. He also drilled into a coconut so the kids could drink the liquid before cutting it in half to scoop out the insides. Adventure abounds within these walls. LOL Now I have to figure out what to do with it. I found out a carrot peeler does nicely to take off the brown outer layer left when the inside comes out but the taste is very bland with the one we have.....hmm.....
Yes, indeed we had fun this past four days with the kiddos and now they are off to their dad's and today I'm refusing to get out of bed until noon or near unto it. I'll just write, read, and play the bum for I'm plum done in with demands. I hit the stage of my Autism where I'm so over stimulated I've hate everyone and everything. I'm smart enough to know it is just an emotional reaction. Oh how I hate emotional reactions. See, I hate everything. Though to be fair I dislike emotional reactions on any day.
Emotions are such liars and too often deceive one into journeying down the wrong path where reason is not one of the companions. I try my best to not act upon my hateful emotions knowing they are imposters and to lessen the chance of a bite in my voice, I keep as much to myself as possible until the feelings pass.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and are looking forward to the New Year as I am.