Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 51

Apples, again.

With two giant trees shedding fruit, we stay busy keeping the yard picked up. If we don’t, the dogs eat way more than they should, and the smell of rotting and fermenting apples permeates the air (not to mention the bees, wasps, and hornets that hang around). I’ve been taking a bag of fresh-picked apples when I go out. It’s just too bad that I can’t use the ones that fall to the ground. By the time the poor things impact the ground, they’re split and half bruised. I’ve been getting up on the ladder and picking what I can reach.

We don’t have progress to report on our new place. We’re waiting on an estimate for the slab and basement. This next week, we’ll be going up the mountain to finish getting the remaining debris out of the way and talk with our contractor about getting the soils testing done. Then we’ll check the cistern for leakage.

We seem to be stuck in “hurry up and wait” mode.

In other areas of life, we have relatives we need to see before it’s too late. I spent a couple days with an aunt who lives nearby. She’s been moved to an assisted living facility because she finally reached a point she can no longer care for herself. Then I got word that an uncle was hospitalized with sepsis, and we almost lost him. He’s now in a nursing home while the family tries to figure the best route for his care. Getting older is such an adventure.

The next few days will be busy while we get the rock moving up the hill again, and we take another bite of that elephant.

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