Category: Small House Living
On a recent weekly grocery jaunt to Wal-Mart, we found ourselves looking at board games.
“We should try to find Twister,” I told Dale.
“Just getting up from the chair is a game of Twister,” he said.
You remember the game of Twister, where you spread a plastic sheet out with different colored dots? When you spin the dial, it tells you which body part should be placed on what color and if you touch your knees or elbows to the mat, or fall, you lose.
Well, every night is family game night at our house.
We may not have the colored dots on the floor, but with four dogs in less than 500 square feet, floor space is at a premium. Moving around without stubbing a toe, stepping on a tail or falling down is a challenge and every time we can do it without harming each other, a dog, or ourselves is a winning night.
I’m sad to see summer go, I love all of the activities that go with summer – boating, fishing, swimming, sitting on the covered front porch and grilling on the party deck. Right now, our landscape is still lush and green, but it won’t be long before the brilliant fall colors are out.
Summer is so busy, we’re usually always on the go, and for that reason, I will also take winter. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the cold –and I really fear another ice storm like we saw in January, but my internal seasonal clock says it’s about time to slow down, settle in and well, nest in The Little House.
That’s why this weekend will be mostly about organizing the pantry in the kitchen and making room for some of the small appliances I use in the winter (the crock pot, the George Forman Grill, etc.) and the basement of the office, which is where most of the stuff that is sometimes needed in the house is stored including off season clothes.
The weatherman says we will have nights with lows in the 40s next week, so it’s time to say goodbye to my light cotton summer clothes and rotate back to the sweats and sweaters.
There’s a phenomenon that plagues almost every couple I know. It’s the strange mystery surrounding how men can be two feet away from their wives, kids and pets and not hear what’s going on.
I love my husband. It’s not possible to have been with someone for 30 years and to go through everything we’ve been through (we grew up together) and live in such a small space and not love him.
However, I don’t think there will be enough time for us on this earth to figure out this particular puzzle.
Are these sounds like a dog whistle that can only be heard on a certain frequency? I would have thought that living in a small house would have solved this, it hasn’t….
We all have our morning rituals, and our covered front porch allows me to engage in one of my favorites – sitting down with a cup of coffee, an actual newspaper, and my thoughts.
This is one of my favorite places that we built onto The Little House, as well as to the Belle Writer’s Studio.
We weren’t here when the foundation went in for The Little House and the first thing we learned about building a house from 300 miles away – don’t try it. The front of The Little House is actually supposed to be facing the driveway, with the party deck facing the lake below.
Instead, the covered front porch is facing the woods and while it is supposed to be the front of the house, is the last thing anyone sees when they visit.
Having spent the first morning out on the covered front porch enjoying the view of the canopied yard was done was enough to bring me peace regarding its cock-eyed direction.
Friday is cleaning day, every since I was a little kid when I would help my mother dust all of her knick-knacks. I think that’s where I got this idea that there’s one day for cleaning. I do the dishes and sometimes pick up during the week, but usually not. It wouldn’t take as long to have my house “company ready” – especially in The Little House – but on weeks when I’ve been particularly busy, such as this one, it takes me longer to pick up the clutter that’s accumulated than it does to actually clean.
One fall, my mother allowed me to choose some wax Halloween figures at the Dime Store to help decorate our house. She spent a dime to .49 cents for the little wax witches, ghosts and pumpkins. That was in the 1960s.
I’ve read these days that collectors think they’re worth much more, but to me, it’s really all about the sentimental value of these little scary guys.
A couple of weekends ago, we spent one whole day going through the approximately 100 boxes of stuff in our metal storage building looking for those figures, as well as the rest of my holiday season décor.
Yes, it’s true; nearly two years after our move, we still are dealing with stuff, and this is the stuff that has survived two purging episodes – one before, and one after the big move.
I’m excited today to have a guest blogger, Kent Griswold, who runs the website www.tinyhouseblog.com It’s interesting to know how people became interested in small house living – and for Kent, this is now not only a passion, but also a business! If you’re interested in different types of small houses, Kent’s blog is great:
My name is Kent Griswold and I am the publisher of the Tiny House
Blog. Kerri asked me to tell you a bit about how I got involved in the
tiny house movement, so here I am!
In a way it started as a fluke because of a dream I’ve had for years
of owning a simple little cabin in the mountains by a lake. When I became
interested in the internet, I started bookmarking builders of small
cabins and tiny buildings. My favorite was the Montana Mobile Cabins
and they later became my first post.