Dec 2, 2013
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! You know that sound you hear as a wide load is backing up? That’s what I woke up to this morning…

The ditch in front of the house in the Ville is already deep — so deep, in fact, that you can’t stand on the ‘bank’ and weed eat the bottom. A big ole’ pain in the butt to maintain in the summer! But evidently, it wasn’t nearly deep enough because the county showed up to dig early enough to wake me up, and after digging only one side of the ditch that runs the length of the front yard their dump truck was full. The lovely rocks stacked around the drive’s culvert are now nothing but a rugged display of how to waste time. If you need fill dirt, the county will soon have plenty to sell.
I figure I’d better soak in this experience. Once in Seymour, the whole ditch digging thing will be nothing but a memory. That mental list I’m keeping of the positive and negative aspects of moving just got one more mark on the positive side.
Nov 24, 2013
It may be freezing cold right now in southern Indiana, but ole’ Mother Nature is still hard at work painting amazing evening skies right here on the outskirts of the Ville. They say that ‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill‘ — and I will admit I often think of locating to other parts of the US where the climate is a bit less harsh. This is a view that I would surely miss. And, it’s a gentle reminder to me that it’s pretty darned green right here.

Nov 20, 2013
The big move to Seymour (to the Escape the 80s House) looks like it’s going to happen in about 2 weeks. Within the past couple days, I’ve noticed 2 things that are insanely different than anything I’ve experienced in the Ville…
- Changing all the utility accounts into my name I came down to the final one –the City of Seymour’s sewer and trash service. I call the number provided and am told that I can’t start service over the phone. Really? Why? “Because we have to see your face.”
The electric company, cable company, gas company and even the CULLIGAN MAN didn’t care about seeing my face! Still, until I get into their office they are betting my dead uncle is a better source of payment than me. FAIL! Oh, and good luck with that.
- Earlier this week I stop to water the flowers and chat with the contractor and find I’m the recipient of a bag that was hanging on the front door knob. I open the bag to find a bakery-box filled with ginormous cookies that look amazing. In addition, there was an envelope with a signed letter inside. It was from the local RE/MAX realtor firm asking me to welcome my new neighbor (the folks who just purchased the home about 2 doors down). You guys, in all the years I’ve lived in Crothersville not one business ever left cookies for me on my door knob. WIN!
Cool marketing — if I sell the house? I’ll think of RE/MAX. When I want cookies? The bakery’s phone number was on the box.
I don’t know if I’m excited (other than dreading the move, of course), or frantic, or scared. All I know for sure is I’m ready to get the show on the road.

Nov 17, 2013
It’s 3:35 AM EST (yes, in the morning!) and I’m wide awake. Not a fan of storms or potential tornados (yes, I know there’s not many fans of severe weather), I have the big eye. Right before heading off to bed, I check for updates and see the information in the screen shot on the left.
I have a weather radio and apps on every device I own. Knowing what’s happening outside doesn’t mean I feel safe. It means I feel very vulnerable. No basement. Thoughts of taking cover only remind me of the devastation in Henryville — where houses were flattened and it didn’t matter if you were in a center room of your house in the bathtub.
I guess tomorrow afternoon is the biggest chance for the worst weather. So make sure to keep informed… and get ready to hide in the closet that won’t protect you anyway. 🙁