We spent today working on getting our stuff up into the guest house which we will call home for the next several months. It sounds “fancy” to have a guest house on our property but it’s really not.
When I first came to Maine to visit Ned and his parents, his aunt and uncle were living in the guest house. Clyde and Emily spent many summers in the guest house. We can spend one there, can’t we? We have a bedroom on the left side, a living room on the right side, a bathroom (with a scary shower) in the middle and a little screened porch. We’ll put the old refrigerator in the woodshed for cold storage because we only have a tiny kitchenette with a tiny fridge and two electric burners (no exhaust hood). Cooking will be limited and baking will be nonexistent.
The electrician is coming tomorrow to set up our “temporary service” that will give us electricity in the guest house that will allow us to use our computers and space heater and coffee maker and hair dryer and microwave (etcetera). After he’s done, the cable guy will come back to put the cable in the cabin so we can have internet.
We had a visit from the tax assessor’s office today. A very nice gentleman with his sense of humor intact. Not sure what he could assess at this point, but …
We bought some pansies for our whiskey barrel today. Tomorrow I’ll get them planted. It always feels more like home when there are flowers!