Yes, its our house. Finally. I have the keys sitting next to me on a small folding table on the front porch.
Brett brought our wicker patio furniture over from storage so I could comfortably rest on the front porch today. The weather was perfect for reading and dozing. No pictures today but I promise lots and lots in the days to come. I didn't do much today except watch all the activity -- and there was a lot of that. I settled onto the porch at around 8:30 and watched a doe in the pasture with her two babies. They followed her, trying to nurse, and she stopped walking to allow them a drink. I know she saw me watching but must have felt safe knowing I was admiring her children.
First to come by was the flooring guy. We are going to replace the carpet which is about 15 years old and badly stained. We will put carpet upstairs in the bedrooms and wood floor downstairs. The existing wood floor is short, rustic oak planks so we will order more of the same. Then the whole floor will be stripped and refinished so it matches.
Brett noticed another leak in the barn this morning so the plumber came back out and fixed that. Meanwhile our neighbor, Marv, showed up on his scooter to check out the activity. He and Brett are two peas in a pod -- perfectionist project guys. The seller's realtor came by to give us the keys and a bottle of wine. He stayed and joined the boys in the barn. I swear it was a party in there; all the happy male voices drifting over to the porch where I was resting.
A Buick drove up the driveway and two elderly people got out of the back seat. I thought they were neighbors coming to introduce themselves but it turns out they were Jehovah's Witnesses here to save my soul. I sent them gently on their way. My soul's in pretty good shape.
Last to arrive was the tree guy. The two massive oaks in front of the house need to be tidied up. I asked him how old they are and he said the larger one, with the swing, is between 400 and 500 years old. The other one, is in the 250 year range. We will definitely make sure those trees stay happy and healthy.
Tonight, we will pack up our bags at the hotel. Tomorrow we move into our home. Oak Creek Ranch is finally ours.
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