Sale contracts have been written and revised by both parties and both attorneys.The next step, signatures. Of course as with all contracts there are contingencies. Like the sun must be shining on the day of closing and all Red Wattle pigs must pass inspection.
I'm certain the pigs will shine, no guarantees on the sun.
And so we are now seriously working on an "exclusion list." That would be a list of all the items NOT included in the sale. And I thought putting together the inventory list of items that were included in the sale was time consuming. HA!
Seems we must be clear about all the items not included in the sale. Critical items like tire swings, hay racks with broken floors, miles and miles of old electric wire, the horse who does nothing but eat too much anyway. But really, I don't mind, anything for the cause, not to mention a successful farm sale.
It does now seem that this indeed is becoming reality and I am in a bit of a panic.
Frankly, Panic and I are old friends. She motivates me when she is not vexing me. Panic always rears her ugly head when stressors build. She wants me to flip out just because I start school full time in 8 days, and because we must find some sort of shelter to live in the winter on The Poor Farm, which will require electric hookup and well inspections and hook ups. We must continue to can and freeze as much produce as possible, we must pack up 21 years worth of inventory and then decide what gets moved, what gets stored and where, and what gets used in the short term in the interim home (still not found) before we move it into the permanent home(still not built.) Panic...I laugh in your face. Ha ha ha ha.
All the above talk about a house is of course if we decide to build. Life in one big tent is looking better and better. The animals however are insisting on something more permanent. Which must be built NOW but not really now because there is no money until the farm sale is final. Then NOW will most likely not occur for at least another 30 days which brings us to fall and cooler weather and then frost and then snow.
Which means if we don't get the animal barn built soon and we don't find shelter for ourselves soon we'll all be holed up in my daughters tiny in town garage for a bit. But really, no worries, I'm not panicked.
That happens tomorrow.
And now the walk through The Poor Farm as promised.
Future Soap Shack? Chicken Coop?
|The Shed up Close.|
|Kitchen sink. Just $15 at the Restore|
Out with the old and in with...
|View towards the east. Small grove of|
non-weeping willows. Happy willows?
|Path going south.|
Probable future pasture sight.
|Look ! Another path. This one on south end |
|And now the path weaves through our |
wild flower patch,
aka the weeds.
|I like to call this one |
"Old post with Wire"
Reprints just $150 each
|I call this one|
"Old post with old wire and old gate"
Because it has more metal reprints are $151 each
|Heading north along west side. Unknown flowers.|
I'm sure they are very rare
|Wooded spot on west side. Another ideal place for |
a writers shed. Of course it would not be
permanent and therefore would not require
any kind of permit...
(just in case IDPH is snooping on my blog again.)
|Old pig shed in middle of The Poor Farm.|
I'm sure Lincoln slept there
|Path through the wild grapevine|
on the north side
|Grapevine out of control|
Gravel donations will be accepted
|The Midlife Farmwife wearing her|
happy to maybe be moving soon face.