Old School Acres

The Great Soybean Cat Hunt

Scratch, scratch..scratch...aaaauuuugggghhh

The gnats are atrocious.  I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that I  have approximately 2,784 gnat bites.  *scratch, scratch*

Because of all the bugs, we've been working quite a bit inside the house.  Last weekend's project was purging the accumulation of stuff from the side porch. 

It's been a catch-all for years, including long before I moved in.  When you move into a house filled with your husband's great-grandmother's things you feel guilty throwing out things.  Not things like old aluminum foil and bread wrappers, but things that may be important to someone some day.  Gram lived through the Depression and like so many others of that time she saved everything.  Every. Thing.  Sometimes it's like living in an old time capsule.  Other times it's overwhelming to be the keeper of the things. 

Original wallpaper on the ceiling of the porch. 

Old linoleum on the porch.

Some goodies found on the porch.

High and dry

A big hug and thank you to every one that has emailed, called, and/or replied inquiring about my whereabouts and welfare.  We are high and dry here at OSA.  Luckily we live on top of a hill at least a couple of miles from the nearest river.  The flooding is not too far away though and it's heartbreaking to watch

Unfortunately I've been experiencing some nasty anxiety.  The girls are out of school but in activities.  I applied for a job and 3 weeks later still haven't heard anything.  We got a lesson pony for the girls and the very night we brought her home she stuck her leg somewhere it shouldn't have been and severed a tendon.  I've missed deadlines for things I thought I really wanted to do with my softies. 

I know it can only get better, right?  Yes, better from here out.