New Farm Update

We were supposed to move into the house before Thanksgiving but that fell through 'because Lan & I were on vacation for two weeks' and then because the in-laws were on vacation. Since our vacation was planned a year out & they knew about it, it can't be blamed on us for the delay and they knew when J&T were going to be back.

Then we were supposed to close on December 2nd but that was delayed.

Then we were supposed to close on December 4th but that was delayed because the guy from escrow dropped the ball. All four of us were available ALL DAY and waiting for his call to go sign papers but he just didn't get around to it. Couldn't sign on Friday, he was busy, same with Saturday.

We FINALLY got to sign papers on December 7th but only after he got out of church (ok, Ill give him that) but I wasn't going to wait for him to watch the fucking SEAHAWKS game. He met us in Gig Harbor at noon and it totally interfered with his game. We were given the keys Monday evening, Tuesday Mom & I went over to start cleaning, the kitchen was a gunky disaster, and I get a call from the realtor: Do not move in, the house isn't yours yet'. Ugh.

We were supposed to close on December Tuesday, December 9th but the dumbass escrow guy UPS'd the papers and UPS LOST THEM. So all four of us had to resign all 160+ pages in a rush job on December 10th at 5pm. I then worked midnight to 9am on my birthday and after changing my clothes, went to the office where they had been waiting and I took them to Kirkland. That was 5 hours on a very stormy day, I was exhausted.

While there the escrow guy said, yay, you get to move in next week & I said 'We should have moved in before Thanksgiving'. Asshole. Oh yeah, when I first walked in the door he said how are you and I told him how I was. Fucker.

It was my birthday, his bullshit fucked up my WHOLE day.

So he COULD have closed the house on Friday but hes an asshole and is waiting over the weekend and wont close until Tuesday so we're not supposed to move in until maybe Wednesday.

But that fucker lives in Snohomish and isn't here so Lan and I have been over there a few more times and have moved a bunch of stuff over. I've cleaned out the shelves in the living room, some kitchen stuff and most of our clothes. I'm leaving the stuff in the bedroom closet so I can just take them, hangers and all, and go hang them in the new closets. I have some new stuff over there and some cleaning stuff.

The kitchen floor is ruined because of a leaking water pipe, the hot water heater isn't working and the first electric bill, for two weeks when no one was there, was $200. Just imagine how much it will be with us there using lights and shit. Fuck. Mom offered to buy us a heat pump but it needs duct work and there isn't any in the house. I guess we're going to have a lot of fires in the wood stove.

Around the farm:

Standing, waiting for a carrot

September 2006

I'm going to miss rubbing his ears

Our poor Tank died yesterday. It was very sudden and unexpected; he was fine two weeks ago & then he stopped eating as much, he started getting fat and then not eating. Took him to emergency vet and found out its cancer, like Hagen has, and he was bleeding out. That vet called Tanks regular vet and made arrangements to come out last night to put him down. I cried buckets.

We were there when he was born, 4th in the litter out of 11, and we were there for him in the end.

Today an awesome friend offered us another dog, her Anatolian mix livestock guardian dog, outdoor only, 2.5 years old, unsprayed female named Havva. Lan and I will go pick her up next weekend. Shes not a replacement for Tank, no dog can replace another, but she will be a new project.