Our New House

This is the new place! Not the best picture, but when I worked up enough energy to actually go outside and take a picture, there were worker's trucks parked everywhere, and this is what I ended up with. But I think you can kinda get a feel for it. It was built in 1953 or 54 (I can't remember exactly) and therefore had a master closet the size of a postage stamp. So the renovations have begun. However, there were 2 other small closets nearby and so by combining all three we were able to wind up with a nice master closet. Plus the pink tile was "cute" and "vintage" (friend's remarks) but needed to go. SORRY - I'm just not into "vintage" when it comes to plumbing and toilets, and closet space.


I went to run errands one Thursday morning and returned to a shrouded bedroom. Our contractor told us we would need to move out of the master bedroom and I dutifully cleaned out the bathroom, but wasn't prepared for this. It's kinda creepy looking - and now everything is covered by a layer of dust that is pretty amazing. It's like one of those movies where people just disappear and everything is left behind. I think I'm letting my imagination get out of control. Let's move on.

There's this in our driveway. See? Our dumpster has a happy face on it and it's green and cheerful. It beautifies the neighborhood. Right?

We've had lots of these guys around. One morning I counted three Mr. Rooter trucks parked in front of our house. See? He's cheerful and winking and smiling.

Did I mention there's workers trucks parked everywhere? I'm sure our neighbors just want to scream, but surprisingly everyone has been very nice.

But I'm saving the best for last.

Generations

Sarah, Tyson and Camryn came to Tyler last weekend, so we took everyone over to Grandaddy's for a little visit. He was happy to see the little girls (us too) and they kept him amused the whole time!

Goodbye House

We sold our house in Stonegate! It was on the market for about 3 weeks and we got 2 offers on the same day. Woohoo! The buyers wanted to move in quickly, and so we moved on May 15th.

I am a little in shock, since I thought it would take a long time to sell it, and then we had to be out so quickly. But we did it - yea for us. It is always interesting when you move to a smaller place, and lets just say we've had to let go of a few things.

I've still got to sell, give away, or throw away a fair amount of stuff, so all the decisions are a little tiring. OH WELL. I already feel lighter, less stressed and I love the new (old) place. I'll post some pictures soon. It's comfortable, in a beautiful part of town and I already feel at home.

Yes, I miss our Stonegate house, but if I could, I wouldn't go back. It's just time to move on.

Babies in Swimsuits

Really, is there anything cuter than babies in swimsuits? Camryn and Emery took a little swim in our pool before we moved. It was cold and didn't last too long, but we did it!

I Think It's a Crawling Baby

...and a laughing grandmother. Honestly, I could not stop laughing. Miss Emery is on the move!

Ah Spring

Spring in Tyler is just luscious. That's the only word for it. Blue skies, fresh breezes, beautiful flowers. Our lot has several dogwoods. I love them so much. I think there is Christian symbolism attached to the shape of the flowers (the cross), but mainly they remind ME of the beauty of creation. Magnificent.

These barberries are in our front flowerbed. They are prickly, stickery, sharp - you don't want to touch them kind of bushes. But they're still beautiful and my picture doesn't do justice to the delicate dew drops all OVER them!


Tyler is known for azaleas, but they are kind of pitiful this year because of the cold winter we had. These brave ones came out on a side of the house that is a little more protected.


Then there's this. The Green Dust. This is the table on our porch. I dusted it a few hours before I took this picture. But it only lasts for a little while. I have to remind myself of this fact every spring.

Oh yes, and THIS happened last night. Mailboxes are not supposed to be laying on the ground.

We followed the tire tracks up the street and found this....

And called him.

The police officer tracked down the owner and it turned out that their teenage son (no surprise) was responsible. They were very apologetic and are going to have it repaired or rebuilt.



Then there's this.... we are selling our house. We need to downsize, so here goes.

It's a beautiful house, but it's time to move on. By the way, that's Greg... he's just gotten off the phone with the mother of the teenager. Poor woman.

Head Butts = Kisses