Total exhaustion meets pneumonia. Book of Job has a personal meaning. I have never in my life felt so frail, so vunerable. For the first time in my life, I feel old! I have packed the entire house everytime myself and loaded 2 PODS, myself, which includes horse barn items. My brain said keep going the deadline is here...12/1 My body said...you're thru....and off to the ER I went....pneumonia! Luckily they argued and then sent me home so I can cough and point from the cough and the two wonderful guys my husband hired to help me. And my husband finally took vacation...and the earth stood still!
But thanks to our ever patient and ever so kind realtor, we have a rental house to go to, and know of 3 houses to look at as potentials, since 9 0r 10 so far have fallen to bank inspections!
Thank you, God, Thank you, Husband, Thank you, Doctors,Thank you, movers, Thank you, Realtor.

floating septics and other contract blues

Well, the septic on the old farm house didn't pass, so with 18 days to go, we are without a home! 10 dogs, 5 equines, 2 cats and a parrot. But the house the my husband swore was too close to the highway now looks very appealing to him...so maybe there is a home sweet home yet to come?!

Contemporary, art deco, retro....I am facing a 1910 farm house with low ceilings and no kitchen. A blood red ceiling in the living room with gold ivy stenciled and varnished on the floor, claw foot tub, and wooden interior shutters...lions and tigers and bears...oh my!

Just n Irish Farm

Childhood vacations alternated years between the Homestead and the Tides Inn, Mountains and Bay. As a child I would anxiously wait for my off year to return to my beloved mountain heaven to ride beautiful horses thru cool mountain paths. At the Bay I sought out refuge in the air conditioned bell hop office,bugging them to tell me inland adventures. You see, I get seasick!
My husband and I lived in the counties outside of Richmond, Powhatan and then Louisa. His job often took him out of town during the week, So I learned to live alone, and what I couldn't fix would wait til Saturday.
As we approached our 60's his job took him to Roanoke. Hurray! the Mountains, so after 3 yrs of weekend commuting and the firm promise of a 7 year contract, we sold our farm and moved to Craig county. As the ad says " you asked for it you got it, Toyota!" Well, not being familiar with the area, we got the highest mountain around. The winters are horrid, and my husband hates them, and I am not too fond of them myself. Within 3 months of living here, the 7 yr contract fizzles and he is transferred to Staunton, yes we could have stayed in Louisa!
Not only the contract fizzled but so did the real estate market.
Our house stayed on the market for 3 years with Mike, my husband driving 3 hours home on weekends.
Well, we are now in our sixties, looking towards retirement, his, I am retired/disabled. and he has always loved the bay! He owns a boat with his best friend, also a Mike. and they fish whenever they can in Mathews. He has been so supportive of my life with my horses, that now it's he turn. So it's off to the Bay.... Mathews, VA