Well, for the most part.
Our beloved Kansas City Royals lost the World Series on Wednesday night. After a 29 year wait to see them in another Series, it came down to a very heartbreaking Game 7, bottom of the 9th, two out, man-stranded-on-3rd base-90 feet-away-from– the– tying-run-loss. I’m not a sports nut (and Dale doesn’t like sports at all, but even he didn't resist the hometown enthusiasm for the Royals), my history with baseball goes back to my grandparents who were die-hard Cubby fans in Chicago (this should tell you something about how resilient my family is when it comes to losing).
My mom was even at a Kansas City A’s game (before the A’s were moved to Oakland) on opening day when she realized she was pregnant with me. I have a lot of great memories of Royals baseball with my family at Kauffman Stadium. This team reignited my love for it. A lot of good things happened in the city because of this team and for that, we are grateful.
On a better note, Living Large the book is a few more steps closer to reality. I hope to have an announcement about that very soon.
Finally, the week is ending with Halloween, which means two things at Our Little House. It is our traditional first pot of chili night, which goes back to when my mom would warm our bellies before we headed out trick or treating.
We had a lovely Indian Summer weekend and it was made even more special because my good friend, a woman I call my soul sister, came and visited. Kathy and her husband came down Memorial Day weekend to help us kick off our summer of fun and it was great to have her back for probably one of the last truly warm weekends of the year.
It’s the end of October and soon we will be firing up our woodstove.
A company called Gray Stove was recently brought to my attention. They are a veteran owned company and make stoves custom to order, which includes little stoves for tiny homes.
When we built Our Little House, this stove wasn’t around, but if it had been, I would have definitely checked it out.
We try, when we can, to support American made and that this company is owned by talented veterans who have found a niche for their craft is great.
I know that some of our Living Large’s community also reads Tammy Strobel’s blog over at Rowdy Kittens. I’ve been following her and Logan’s adventures for years, before they even moved into their tiny on wheels three years ago.
Tammy shared some news on her blog this past week that they rented a small, 700-square foot bungalow in town rather than live in their tiny home for the winter.
As I have for several years, I admire Tammy’s honesty on her blog. I think sometimes that tiny house living looks “picture-perfect, romantic and glamorous,” as she says, but as she points out, living a “simpler” lifestyle in a tiny isn’t always that way. It has its good points and downsides, just like living anywhere.
Like Dale and I, it sounds as though Tammy and Logan had a hard time dealing with the terrible winter the country experienced last year. While our pipes didn’t freeze and we always had running water, we did have plenty of snow, which kept Dale home (and unpaid) from work for a day and me feeling a little trapped (I don’t do well driving on snow) sometimes for weeks on end. It wasn’t as bad as the year we had the ice storm, but it was pretty bad.
Ah, here I am again, blogging about the tiny/small house movement in an effort to try to explain it to someone who obviously will never get it.
I ran across an article yesterday on Housing Wire, intelligently entitled, “Nope, Tiny Houses are not the Next Big Thing: Sorry man – size matters.”
In the article, author Trey Garrison lambasts journalists for not being good with numbers. He goes on with his argument that the media coverage on the tiny/small house movement is unwarranted because the statistics show that homes are, in fact, getting bigger.
He then goes on by taking barbs at tiny house dwellers as “a few hipsters and other assorted folks who make bad decisions.”