New Life Old Farmers

We are moving with a whirlwind of activity to get everything done. (Note to self, pay the water bill. Yes, that bit was forgotten.)

The items being shipped to Scotland filled only 1/3 of my sewing room.

The items being sold have almost all been picked up. I’ve a chair and an end table to use at the end of the day.

We’ve squeezed in two quick trips to THE kids in Spokane and in Utah with the truck filled with treasures.

A few final rounds of hide n’ seek, trips for ice cream and the park….hugs and tears.

We’re tired, a tad bit overwhelmed and

so blessed by those we have in our lives.

I’ve been saving a LOT of good stuff. Stuff with potential and plenty of patina. ‘Some’ may call it junk. Our buyers clearly state that they want all of our sheds, workshops and barn empty. Empty as in..no good stuff. I’m pretty sure that they have no vision.

I begin calling my friends to share the good stuff.

My friends cannot believe that the buyers do not want all this good stuff. They keep offering me money, but giving it to them is so much fun.

They can’t believe their luck. My friends share my vision.

My Loving Spouse spends a lot of time shaking his head. He is very creative, but some days he has trouble seeing what I see.

We have to remove all of the bus seats we installed in the barn for our party. Out the way they came in, through the side door and lowered down. The first set goes to a lovely family of lively girls, who immediately want to know if they can go down attached to the rope and pulley as well.

Their parents are building them a fort and Mom sees the bus seating as perfect. I hope it is so perfect that she comes back for more.

We always knew that some of the very, very good stuff would need a new home before we left. Stewart the remaining chicken from our egg hatching school project 6 years ago would need a special home. Stewart is one tough old bird, surviving more than one rooster attack and fairly bald. He would need someone who loves their chickens. The young student My Loving Spouse has been driving for the last two years is just the boy. He comes out of the chicken coop kissing his new girl.

My children’s highchair is full of so many memories. I offer it to my Sweet Neighbor Sue who has her first grandchild, hoping so much that she’ll want it.

We are both thrilled that she does.

…and then our buyers do not make their deposit.

We’ve just given away all of our firewood and fall is coming.

Warning!

This next picture may cause emotional distress.

Two different friends let us know that if we need firewood they will happily share theirs with us and fill the wood rack.

…and we are blessed and this is hard.

(No word yet on helping to fill the wine rack, but I have faith.)

*Stuff, assorted is an ode to my mom. Betty was the Queen of organization. My brother and I, while helping clean her garage laughed so hard when we found the box labeled “stuff, assorted”. Clearly this was different from her regular ‘un-assorted stuff’. We might have never let her forget it.

Racing as kids, the wind up was always

‘Get Ready, Get Set… GO!’

or if someone was a wiseguy

‘Get Ready, Get Set…STOP’

but it was never ever,

‘Get Ready, Get Set…Wait’.

Waiting…that’s what we’ve been doing. Not moving yet. Waiting as we get the ‘opportunity’ to practice patience. Some days we sound like THE Granddaughter when visiting asking every few minutes, “When’s Uncle Riley going to get here?”

What do we do, since we can’t make a mess?

I weed…a lot! My Loving Spouse mows the lawn…a lot…and fixes the lawn mower…a lot.

Gunner and I go walking along the canal.

…or rather one of us goes ‘walking’.

I visit one of my smallest students and play cards.

My Loving Spouse searches for old sewing machines to restore (when he’s not fixing the lawn mower).

We haul a load of stuff across the road for a large garage sale. Any large furniture that won’t sell, like this old TV cabinet…

I turn it into a bar.

It is possible, that I am ahead of this relocating curve. Whenever we cannot find something we need, we realize that I’ve sold it.

The best benefit of having to wait was the opportunity for Number One Son’s family to visit. His very own Team Offspring weren’t here but a minute before they were in the pond.

Much to Gunner’s delight…

and mine.

This summer ‘waiting’ has given us the fun of our family sport…croquet.

Where a straw hat always gives you an extra point.

THE Granddaughter is small but mighty.

When THE Grandson wasn’t busy playing croquet, he was picking the very last raspberry.

For this time together, I am grateful beyond words.

…and so now we continue to wait.

…and although we are tired of waiting, we are blessed.

Moving to another country is not for the faint of heart. It helps if you are determined (stubborn) have an adventurous streak and are married to someone even more adventurous and stubborn than yourself.

You would think moving to the UK when one of you is a British citizen would be simple. You would be wrong.

My Loving Spouse is currently an Ex-Pat. However, if he leaves the USA for a set number of days he will lose his green card, making it hard for us to return to the USA should we chose to do so.

Our Steps to leaving besides selling the house, etc. yada yada

Step 1 in leaving was his becoming an American citizen. A process for sure, but all in all one of our eaiser steps. (They waived his requirement to prove he could speak English.) They handed him an American flag and swore him in. He now has dual citizenship and is a regular patriot in both countries so he’s a Regular Pat.

Step 2 Filing for a UK Spousal Visa

Gone are the good old days where one could walk into a consulate, fill out the forms and talk to living people. Applying on line with Gov.UK took many hours, most questions required proof. Some of my favorite questions were:

• Have you and your spouse met? Do you have pictures of you together?
• Do you and your spouse live in the same home. Can you proof this by showing bills with both of your names on them?
• Do you have X amount of money? How long have you had it? Can you prove it?
• Where did X amount of money come from?

“Once the third party receives your documentation for your application you will hear back from the UK. This will take 8-12 weeks or 24.”

The third party instructions were so confusing!! I finally printed them out, crossing out what did not pertain to me and highlighted anything that did.

Great cheering was heard when we received this!

Now I will be an Ex-Pat

Step 3 Open a Scottish bank account.

While in Scotland we tried to open a bank account.

Day 1 went into Bank of Scotland. “Oh, the person who does international accounts is not here today. All you need is a UK passport. Come back tomorrow.”

Day 2 – ‘Oh, you do that on-line.’ Okay, we’ll do it when we get home.

On-line did not go well. My Loving Spouse spoke to the agent for the Bank of Scotland.

“Oh, Sir, you need to have proof of a Scotland address for 3 months.”

‘How am I going to pay my bills for 3 months, while I do not have a bank account?‘ My Regular Pat asked calmly and patiently (I like to think).

“I don’t know.”

Step 4 Open an International Bank Account

Fill out application. Prove you are a real person.

Currently waiting for an answer.

Step 5 Find a Dog shipper

So far this has been the most complicated and expensive. My Loving Spouse (Regular Pat) has spent upwards of 50 hours researching and speaking with the different providers who can get Gunner on the plane and off again at the right spot. Gone are the days of showing up with your baggage, a dog crate and a large yellow dog. One place said he was 3 pounds overweight and although we thought about putting him on a diet, the Vet said he didn’t have 3 pounds to lose. One dog shipper was going to cost over $5000. We’re feeling grateful to have one lined up at half that rate and we’ve explained to the dog that he is now an Ex-Pat-Dog and will not be coming home for any visits.

Step 6 Set up Shipping Agent

We are taking very, very little with us. However, we still are taking dear and important ‘stuff’, just not much of it and it has to be shipped. It will take 3 months and will be charged by volume. It won’t be cheap, so anything that costs more to ship than the item is worth will not go.

Step 6a Get rid of almost everything you own

WhoaNelly – sold

Pressure washer and my favorite wheel barrow – sold

T-posts, extra chicken wire, 2 bales of hay and a few fishing poles – donated to sweet family friends of ours and we were delighted…but this is just the beginning.

Step 7 Begin collecting those precious hugs

The hard part and the sweet part of living life. They call me their family..

I am his ‘Sis’

and ‘the daughter I never had’.

There are tears.

…and I am blessed.

Tomorrow begins the last week of school and it is quite bitter sweet. I’ve spent the last 10 years doing my best to encourage, teach and help others, especially the little people at my elementary school. Most of the time, I did it well. However, I’m far from perfect and some parents make my job (of being nice) extra difficult.

A 10 year old had walked 3 blocks to school. Her mother didn’t want her to walk home (the same 3 blocks). 20 minutes after school had been out, I called her mom to ask if she wanted the child to walk home. “No, she can wait in the office. (My office). I’ll be another 25 minutes. To which I said, ‘I’m not a babysitter.’ It was amazing how fast Mom got to the school. I’d like to say it was because she realized she was being rude, but she just wanted to get to school before the Principal left so she could tattle on me.

Luckily those parents are few and far between.

I will miss those little people who call me Miss Ellen. Who think I run the school or live in the library. To those who wave when they go through the hall or beam when I break the ‘rule’ and let them have an extra library book.

I will miss stepping in to do the morning announcements even though I don’t always stay on script. One day as I was in the middle of the announcements over the loud speaker, I was handed a note. “1 & 2 Boys” I knew what the message meant, but didn’t have time to add any finesse. I said, “First & Second grade boys. We have a problem. The bathroom’s a mess. Ahhh, stop peeing on the floor, it is no pee Friday!”

A few weeks ago, I started the morning announcement music with bagpipes and told the kids they were having haggis for lunch.

I will miss getting kids excited about books. I will miss helping our staff. I will miss being positive and a tad silly in the office with one of my Ellensburg Blessings, my BGF.

I will miss the loving gifts the kids make you. A necklace with a book charm on it. It was a tad too small and choked me a little bit, but it was a small price to pay. I’ll miss the birthday treats they share handed out with their grubby little hands.

I’ll miss making a difference (usually positive).

I have been so very blessed.

….and it will be tough to say ‘Good bye’.

…and just like that, Glory Farm is on the market.

We’re enjoying a bit of respite. Waiting ever so patiently (?) for the right buyer who will love this home and take their turn caring for it.

A little look back at what it looked like 11 years ago…

It is rewarding to look back.

However, how can I show you in one post what it took 11 years to do?

A host of memories…

I get lost as I look back, especially at Team Offspring in our early days.

Truly, I am grateful and

as life takes the next turn for us all…

I know we are truly blessed.

To God Be The Glory.

The typical response we get from anyone we tell about The Move is,

“Scotland! Really?!! Can I have your dog?”

To which we answer, yes really and no, he’s going with us.

We’ve been getting ready for THE Move for months now. The only places we go are to work, to church, to the dump, (they know us well there), to drop off at the Goodwill and the hardware store. Our mud room the last few weeks gives you some idea of our life.

There was enough on THE List to pick the ‘bits’ we wanted to work on until we started getting down to the end. No one wanted to paint all 4 porches spindles and I mean no one.

“I know, let’s get Mikey to do it!”

Our very own Angel Mikey. He didn’t really want to paint the spindles either, but he did it for two very good reasons.

1. He knew we really needed the help.
2. We paid him really well.

No one wanted to wash the windows either, but we could NOT find anyone who was available. It was clear, that I would have to do it. I’ve never been very successful with this task, so I watched a video from This Old House, numerous times and ordered my tools. Right before the tools came, a friend rescued me with her window washer! YES!

The night before my favorite new window washer was set to come, he tore his Achilles tendon. I went back to watching my video and unpacking my tools. I did a very impressive job, if I do say so myself. My Loving Spouse kept saying that they were looking great, but I’m pretty sure he just didn’t want to do them himself and Mikey said, ‘no’. I can also vouch for the child protective window locks, yes I got locked out and stuck on one roof.

We originally told our Realtor we’d put the house on the market when the Iris bloom. There’s one thing that blooms before Iris….dandelions.

My Loving Spouse has sprayed and eradicated millions of the darn weeds, while I have dug up the other hundreds he missed.

The iris are getting ready to bloom and the house will be on the market this week. We’ve got to keep everything tidy. We’re at that stage where everything looks great, but we can’t find a thing. We’re not sure if we kept ‘it’ or if we just can’t remember where we stashed ‘it’.

Time for our first goodbye.

My Buddy Beau is about 32 years old. He’s losing his teeth and has arthritis in his hip. He is a lovely old gentleman. Finding a home for him was realistically going to be very challenging. Our fear was that no one would really take good care of him, so did we need to put him down (the last resort)?

The alpacas know something is going on.

We couldn’t have imagined a better situation for Beau. When his original Ellensburg owner heard of our situation. They jumped at the chance to take him back home. They love this old boy and he will live out his life with the care and nurture he deserves.

…and we are blessed.

I might have had some blinders on, so I was surprised when it was apparent that there was going to be another plan.

My Loving Spouse started to say words like…’retirement’…and ‘too old to’…

It started last August, just as we came home from England.

We’d just finished almost all of the restoration of this noble, beautiful old place…as these old photos remind us all of where we’ve been.

Sharing this home has been our greatest joy.

We started to examine our options in retirement.

…and it told another story. One that took some getting used to.

…there seems to be another chapter…

I am sure that as we look for it, we will find the same fun…and love…as we found here.

Our favorite days are those we’ve shared….

…with Team Offspring, family and friends.

…in case you cannot guess…

It is time for us to retire and dream another dream.

We will be selling the farm soon.

Team Offspring is doing well and are settled all about.

When we get our final work done, we will be moving to Scotland.

Yes, I did say Scotland. Last months visit was just to make sure…

We’ve been praying nightly for guidance…

So keep us in your prayers as we make our next way, to find the perfect place for you all to come and stay!!

…because you’re never too old to dream another dream or plan another adventure.

…and we are blessed.

Many of my co-workers headed straight to Hawaii for Spring break. We went to Scotland. They bought swim suits and Mai Tais. We bought a raincoat, a scarf and plenty of pints.

We made it to Scotland after a plethora of traveling mishaps. Canceled flights, re-booked on the Airline we wanted to avoid and the airport we wanted to avoid, a late take off, missed connection and we got to sit next to the crying baby…. We were retelling a fellow Hungarian traveler how it was all going. He said, “How come you’re laughing about it?” We said, “All we have left is our attitude, we’re picking a good one.” Then I got him to teach me a bad word in Hungarian.

I’m pretty sure it just means, “darn it”.

We did make it to the lovely town of Pitlochry where even the back sides of the buildings are charming.

We stayed in a pup/hotel in what was called a ‘cozy double’ (cozy might mean charming and tiny). I said I wasn’t going to eat it, but I did.

Haggis…not bad. My tall cider was delicious, while My Loving Spouse enjoyed his Bitter all the while questioning the glass it was in.

Stonehaven on the Scottish coast was booked primarily so My Loving Spouse could stand in this B&B and see the North Sea.

The Bay Water B&B had everything we needed including a coveted parking space. All you had to do was make a left here.

I thought I was going to have to buy some grease and rub it on both sides of the tiny rental car, but My Loving Spouse took a deep breath and squeaked that baby in.

The car was lavender, so we named it Heather. It was a small China made MG. It had no guts and no glory. The GPS was ‘pretty‘ good, but did show some attitude. At one point in our wanderings it got mad at us and sent us down this road.

We were supposed to make a “right” but turned around when we reached a barn. We didn’t know which path was the ‘road’ and which would end up taking us to the farmhouse.

We’re not city people, but Edinburgh doesn’t count. What a fabulous historical, magical place. It will take 10-20 more visits to do it any justice.

I couldn’t get a good enough picture of the writing on this building, but the words in Gaelic are the answer Jesus gave when asked what was the most important commandment.

The Scottish people are the friendliest people, even if we couldn’t always exactly understand what they said. We’d smile and nod, then look at each other.

“What did he say?”

‘I have no idea.’

Scotland we’ll be back

…and we are blessed.