We closed on the mountain house on May 17^{t h}.  As T.S. Eliot would say, it happened, “not with a bang but a whisper”.  I didn’t even attend the closing, since I had signed over power of attorney to my husband, when we thought it would happen on May 10^th, while Dad and I were scheduled to be in Charlotte.  So that momentous day, I babysat grandson Riley, while Greg signed reams of paperwork in both of our names.

I am embarrassed to confess that on Tuesday, May 17^th, after the closing, I had no desire to ever see that house again.  What was I thinking?  Nothing could be worth the effort, including blood, tears, and sweat that it took to procure it.  My only thought was to go to bed and make like a bear.  I had never felt so tired, depleted, and listless as I felt that night, and hibernation seemed like a great escape.

My plans to include a video of our first drive up the incline known as our driveway went by the wayside on Wednesday, May 18^th, when we went up into the house with loads of boxes, and an itinerary that included meeting Kerry the plumber.  Fannie Mae failed us once again by refusing to remove the huge trees that lay across our driveway prior to the closing; they were reminders of the tornadoes (or straight-line winds) that tore through our property on their way to Ringgold, GA several weeks ago.  Greg’s chainsaw gave up the ghost the second time he tried to start it, so a trip to Lowe’s was a necessity, and the result was a $300 Husky chainsaw that definitely wasn’t in the budget.  By the time the trees were cut up and dragged off the driveway, all thoughts about the blog “reveal” went out the window…

I do have to admit that when the fallen trees were cleared, and we finally made it up the drive, and the house came into view, I fell in love with it all over again (THANK GOD!!!)

Pictures and a full account of what has transpired since the closing are soon to follow.  Don’t give up on me….I’ll get you caught up soon.

Thanks for hanging in there and following our adventure…