Miracles

Winter                                                           Settling Moon

The half settling moon is in the sky. We’re not half done, but the reading room, living room and the two bathrooms resemble their future counterparts. The kitchen though remains mostly with king cardboard, as does Kate’s sewing room, my loft, the garage, the dining room, the home office, the grandkids room and the guest room.  We’re both excited about our progress, steady and considerable, especially given altitude acclimatization.

The body, our bodies, the dog’s bodies, are miracles. Here we are living where the available oxygen is, at first, inadequate for our needs. After several days with lack of adequate oxygen though, these mammal bodies say, huh. We need to do something here. We need to produce more red blood cells so we can take in more oxygen with each breath.

And so it is that we’re not quite as winded as we were this last week, our sleep is not quite as disturbed. Both of us can feel our bodies changing, adapting to this semi-alien environment. Amazing. All part of the adventure.

 

 

A Measure of Progress

Winter                                                            Settling Moon

The cardboard pile out front, Kate’s measure of our progress, continues to grow. Details get taken care of. Two bids on Blizzaks (snow tire) are coming in; the electrician, Eric, was here to discuss installing our generator; the Adam’s Plumbing Company will come out to inspect our boiler and two gas heaters.

Snow has been falling since morning. The snow blower has to be fed. Kate got another two gallons of gas on her errand run about town, plus a pair of new jeans for me: black and cowboy cut. That’s all they had in my size. Comes with a lariat and a free coupon to ride an ornery bull.

The most exciting news for us, though, is the Tuesday arrival of a washer and dryer. We’ve been wearing down the cache of clean clothes packed in Andover.

Now, I have to cut up cardboard. More progress!