Our home in Abilene Texas was larger than average home in Abilene but was one of the smallest homes in the exclusive subdivision of Saddle Creek Estates. The air conditioned ranch style house included 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, a den/office, dining room, large living room with 10 foot ceilings, large kitchen, kitchen nook/dining area, laundry room and a pantry/storage room. In addition to a huge 3 car garage the property included a 20 X 30 insulated and air conditioned workshop that had a 15 X 30 overhang/carport. The acre and a half yard was fenced, fully landscaped, had underground sprinklers and a huge drive that could park more than 6 vehicles. The boys plan for the huge fenced back yard was to build a dirt jump park but this was cut short by our move back to Canada.
The following pictures are quite good but don’t fully capture the essence of this home:
View from the street
Corner lot view
3 car garage
20 X 30 Shop with 15 X 30 carport/overhang
Insulated and air conditioned
Large living room with polished concrete floors, 10 foot ceiling and crown molding
Living room view 2
Living room view 3
Kitchen & bar style counter
Kitchen & bar style counter
Kitchen view 1
Kitchen view 2
Kitchen view 3
Dining room view 1
Dining room view 2
Den/Office view 2
Master walkin closet - 10 X 7.5
Bath 2 - Separate toilet & shower area
Laundry & Pantry rooms
Over Christmas break we did a lot of stuff. We painted 3 or 4 rooms of our house, we painted 480 feet of baseboards and trim, we put up the trim and replaced some chandeliers. We worked all Christmas break except for Christmas day and when dad was sick so it was quit busy. We went over to our friends house for Christmas Eve dinner but I wrote a post about that. Christmas was fun and relaxing and we watched Home Alone 1 and 2 which was HILARIOUS (you should see it). Now its back to school and the funny thing is it’s more relaxing then the break because Dad is back at work.
This is the new chandelier and painted ceiling
This is us putting up the trim.
This is the bathroom after we painted the bottom.
Grandma and Grandpa were here for almost 2 weeks and I haven’t blogged in a while about the things that we did. We did so much it would take too long to tell you everything that happened in order. I will put up pictures with captions but they will not be in order .
This is us on a big armadillo in Buffalo Gap.
We went windsurfing and Grandpa came to watch.
This is me windsurfing the end of November (BRRRRRRRR)
We made our first fire in our fireplace.
This is grandpa mowing the lawn.
This is me trying to put up Christmas lights.
This is us making bread and rolls. Levi and Grandma made cookies too.
We had Thanksgiving dinner with some friends.
We played some card games.
We went to see our friend's longhorns.
and we took some mistletoe from our mesquite tree for Grandma.
They left this morning and I all ready miss them
It’s warm and dark and Caleb and I were out trying out our new….hedge trimmer!! I didn’t think I’d ever get excited about such a thing. I do believe our neighbors would have thought we were really hippies (along with Levi’s untrimmed hair, we’ve let our hedges go as well:).
So maybe we’ll get some pictures up tomorrow, cause we don’t want to go crazy in the dark and see some regretful results in the morning.
We need LOTS of wood and clay!
We want to build bike jumps in our back yard.
A year ago we moved from Canada where we down hill mountain biked. We were 2 hours away from one of the best places to ride. Here is a short video that shows what we do.
Now we are fourteen hours away from a good place to ride. A few months ago we bought a house with an acre of land. We want to build dirt jumps on it so we need wood for some stunts and clay for dirt jumps.We are asking for permission to take scrap wood, like 2×4′s, 2×6′s, 4×4′s and plywood, from your construction sites. We need clay also, so if you have some extra that you don’t need, we could use it. It would be nice for the clay to be dumped at our house but if that is not possible, we can make other arrangements.
Here’s a couple of pictures of the type of stuff that we would like to build.
Here are some other videos of us if your interested:
Caleb at Fernie, BC, Canada 2006 age 8
Caleb Silver Star, BC, Canada 2008 age 10
Levi Silver Star, BC, Canada 2008
We painted my room this week. It wasn’t very fun….. But take a look at these pictures.
Starting to Prime With The Roller
Starting to Paint the Wall
First Coat Doesn't Look That Good
It took three days and two coats of paint and one coat of primer…… Now I can sleep in peace, knowing that I accomplished something.
I painted my room this week. Here’s the pictures. Oh and I painted my dressers but I already did a blog about that. Scroll down to see it.
Dad showing me how to paint (even though I know how).
I'm up High :O
Taking of the tape
My man loves tools. I’m told this is a male-type phenomena.
When we were engaged, we walked through a china display at a store looking for a “pattern” to pick for our dishes. He didn’t get it. We searched, and looked, and his eyes would grow wide at prices and his body would contort to move through the displays so not to brush one in passing. I’d be ooing and ahing over some beauty and he’d just not get it. You’d think I would have understood the same display of awe from him in a hardware store, but I didn’t. I didn’t get the extreme care he took in choosing a paintbrush, oh so many years ago. I couldn’t believe the prices. I can’t remember how much, but not your dollar store specials. Ah, but “with the right tools, it’s so much easier”. We collected a couple of really nice ones (he tells me) over the years. I began to actually hate them. When we were finished a painting project, they had to be cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned again, till all the bristles were free of the color of the wall. The hairs laid flat and perfect in their cardboard-fold-over-wrap-around-and-tie case again. I would much prefer to throw a brush out than spend the time washing them to perfection (not eco friendly I admit), but so much less time and water!
This week I have appreciated our Purdy and LeHay brushes, because this time, when we unwrapped them from their cardboard cases, they told Levi, Caleb and I a story, a history, of the homes we’ve lived in. You see, as clean as we got the bristles, the wooden handles hold smudges, or splatters, or speckles of walls past. Right there, that’s the color of our foyer in the Edmonton house, our bathroom, the family room. There’s the single color of our Lethbridge home that took so much work to repair all the bb dents caused by our neglect of reigning in the boy’s enthusiasm for their new sport.
So we happily paint new colors into our brushes and will remember another home where two boys/men and their mom and dad spent time in their lives together. Caleb with his Gibraltar Grey (which I questioned him about over and over and turned out just so beautiful) and Levi with his Maple Leaf Red (lovely name for a rich color that is our Edmonton red) have painted their own rooms and have added their colors to our history.
Life is different for the Harapnuik family this past week. You see, after camping on the floor for the last 9 months we are now all waking up and finding a new movement necessary for getting out of bed: we swing our feet “down” onto the floor and stand up . It’s really been fun having our beds on the floor; mostly because it makes us appreciate bed frames.
Other cool things: I can do what ever load of laundry I need and not feel like it has to be a week’s worth. I can yell at the kids (yes, they love that) to find out where they are in the house or yard. We wake to silence or, if the windows are open, birds singing. I can take an early morning walk and see the “mountains” of Buffalo Gap. We can leave our home in robes, bed head and underwear to sit on a patio and drink our morning coffee. The boys can be running 4 different projects and not have to clear one away to start another (though that could turn out as a negative somewhere down the line). Our tramp is up and hand hockey has been reborn and taught to a few choice friends. Negative – one accident sent a friend for 6 stitches on his chin…knocked his own knee into his chin. Don’t ask me… he can’t even figure it out. The guitars can be exploding from the back room and you can’t hear them outside. I can pull weeds. The sprinkler is more than a water source for the lawn. Silence at night. The moon shining in our window. The star spilling over the night sky. Sigh. What a gift.
So come on down. Ken and Heather broke in the house to visitors with rave reviews so “it would be so fine to see your face at our door”. I think that’s Carole King/Carly Simon song, So Far Away
Waahoo! Tomorrow we empty our storage bin of 10 months and move it all to our home. I’m hoping that we can find space for all our “stuff” and that we don’t regret bringing all the things. Today, after putting some things in the van from storage, I was walking into the house with 2 toilet plungers. Now why did we bring those? We could have bought them on this end. It will be interesting to see my thinking on what we chose to bring and what we didn’t as we unpack the boxes. I hope it’s not a “oh brother” type of experience.
We have 10 strong men to help us and the temp. should be about 30C. We are hoping to get it done by noon and have some lunch and send them on their way for the Memorial Weekend. We are so thankful for the ones who offered to help when I’m sure more interesting adventures awaited them.
Dwayne’s brother, Ken and sis in law, Heather arrived from Edmonton on Wednesday night and have been so helpful in energy and ability. We appreciate them being here for the Canadian connection in our maiden voyage in Abilene home ownership. We’re on the home stretch for knocking out our fire ant problem, garage door problem and weed problem. We are owners of a used “nothing runs like a deere” ride-on that the boys argued about who got to mow what. We hope that argument continues with the “get to” not switch to the “have to”.
So our stuff in on it’s way and we can spend some time figuring out the new configuration of our life of things. My best buddies, my books, will soon be resting in boxes on the garage floor where I can peek in and pull one or two out before we find a shelf for them in our home. I’ve missed you G. K Chesterton and Milton. “Love is not blind, that’s the last think it is. Love is bound and the more it is bound, the less it is blind.” and “When I consider how my light was spent…”. Ah, precious words.
Much of what we will be bringing will be remain in boxes until the walls are painted and the flooring changed, but it’ll be under our roof in one way or another. The apartment is clean, the smell of Lysol is now only a weekly thing, not an hourly thing, the dog next door loves to bring his toys over for a toss and a run and we received our immigrant visa cards in the mail! We are legal and the kids and I will get Social Security Numbers so we can be more than temporary aliens. Whew, what a week.
Night all. Hope you have a great weekend.