DOD has suggested a blog naming contest. I agree that this blog needs a new name. After all, we are now in the south, not the north and there is not a single tree in our yard. Yet.
So with fear and trepidation, I will soon be announcing a blog naming contest. But there will be rules, people. Otherwise someone will more than likely come up with a name like 'rambling cow pies'. And somebody else will encourage him. You know who you are (see yesterday's comments if you don't know what I'm talking about).
Yesterday was an action packed day. Dad has generously allowed us to use his very cool Kubota lawn tractor. It still lives in his garage, but when our lawn needs mowing, I put on my hat and sunglasses and walk down to their house. Fire up the tractor and put it into jack rabbit gear (seriously, there is a speed control lever which has a picture of a turtle at the low end and a rabbit at the high end) and head for our place.
The first time I mowed here it took less than an hour and a half. Yesterday it took me five hours to finish. The reason for the delay? Friendly neighbors. We met several yesterday and feel very welcome here.
One gentleman punctuated his conversation with us with the phrase 'yes, boy'. It seems to be an affirmation of some sort, kinda like 'yesiree bob', I guess.
The lawn finally got done and we did some more unpacking. Now all that is left to unpack are family photos and boxes labeled 'family history'. Some of the contents of these boxes are from Civil War era. Last night I was going through a box of photos from WWI.
Two of the ladies I met yesterday have both moved here in the past year. They said it took them about a year to feel settled. I wonder if they had 150 years worth of family history lurking in boxes and drawers.
This is going to take some time, but my goal is to get settled in way less than a year.