Season’s Greetings and News from Granny’s Landing

This will be my first holiday season in a country that celebrates Christmas since 2012. That’s not to say Bali didn’t splash out with balloon Santas and glitzy trees. It did. Staff in the grocery stores donned elf hats, and Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer blasted over sound systems. Those dear people did it for us, the ex-pats. Their Hindu beliefs welcomed others with grace and hospitality.

Now, contrary to every impulse I’ve had since fleeing the deep north eleven years ago, I’m back.

It’s a joy having family close, and an adventure as I create a home for myself thirty miles from the nearest Home Depot. A friend asked me how many houses I rehabbed when I was flipping real estate. I tallied them on my fingers, at least ten. I loved it. but I worked with Fred Roth, a brilliant contractor, and all I did was paint when he’d finished everything else. In Bali, I remodeled an old house with the help of a Balinese crew that showed up with their wives and children every day for nearly nine months. I lived in one of the old bedrooms all the while and did none of the work myself.

This is a different story. My brother-in-law, sister, and I are the commander and crew and it’s an awakening. My appreciation for the professional help I’ve had in the past has grown exponentially. I had no idea.

Then along came the tiny house with all of its sullied potential.

This is how it looked when I first saw it in May.

It was on a property adjacent to the family farm. The house had been given to my cousin and the property owners wanted the eyesore gone.

Enterprising sister, Gwen, and persuasive brother-in-law, W, talked to cousin John on my behalf and I was gifted the house. (He said he didn’t have time to move it so if I could get that done it was mine.) I’m still pinching myself to make sure I’m not stuck in episode 99 of a fantasy series.

For several weeks in June, I stayed with Gwen and W and we built a foundation. Then I returned to Mexico to spend a few last weeks with precous new friends, Elaine, Diane, Barbara, and Patricia, and say goodbyes.

In August, I left San Miguel de Allende behind and made the permanent move north. After several companies quoted the job, I hired Leighton Movers to relocate the house to Granny’s Landing. Watching Leighton at work with a benign smile that never left his face and moves as smooth as a dancer’s was a thrill. When the house was loaded and creaked to a start, I stopped breathing.

After the first corner with ditches on both sides, which Leighton executed with flair, https://youtu.be/sxJyeFb6goc I exhaled, stopped sweating bullets, and mentally moved into my new home.

That was then. I was naive. I hired help, waited for weeks and they didn’t show up. Finally, the Lofty and Dante team came and framed my front windows. Glorious light poured in.

For a gasp-worthy fee, electricity was trenched from the closest pole to a pedestal near the house. I won’t have a well or septic system in my semi-off grid tiny house, but electricity was a non-negotiable must. When the electric company left, we still had to bring the cable to the house in a 4-foot deep ditch. It was an endless, grueling day.

That’s when I knew for sure I was no longer seventeen.

I’ve never done such physically demanding work. Ever. A new mantra sustained me: My body hurts but not my heart. It was painfully true.

The piddly stuff seemed endless, and so un-visible. I tried to imagine my after-finished-house life here and drew a blank. But step-by-step, progress happened. Jack-of-all-trades, W, wired for electricity and it passed inspection – a major accomplishment. My expectations for a move-in date fluctuated, ratcheting down, and down, and down again. There were shadowy moments when I almost questioned my decision. But they were fleeting and quickly banished.

In November I took a much-needed break and went to Minneapolis for the twins’ birthday. Haircuts for the boys at Floyds in Uptown was a festive event. Mom and Dad asked them how they wanted their hair cut. Rowan went into great detail describing the front, back, and sides that translated into something suspiciously like a mohawk. Mom and Dad exchanged glances. Remy was quick and to the point: very, very short.

When all was done the boys were happy and I’d developed a severe case of boot envy! On the way home, we stopped for treats at Glam Doll Bakery. A terrible name but I drool remembering the sugar ‘n’ spice of my sweet potato-filled doughnut.

Seeing my east coast granddaughters when the snow is neck-deep in Minnesota is something I’m really looking forward to!

Back at the farm, the house awaited my return and the dreaded sheetrocking process. Young(er) neighbors, Kent and Bruce, came to help with the ceiling – a brutal task but they made it look easy. W used his head. In the three days following, Gwen, W, and I finished the walls.

The putsy job of drywalling the window wells was all mine. I’ve been chipping away at it, measuring, cutting, cussing, and screwing. Suddenly the shabby, tiny-house shell was transformed into something I could imagine inhabiting with great pleasure for the rest of my life.

Now we’re at the place I’ve been waiting for: the fun stuff. Packed solid under my hide-a-bed at Gwen and W’s, are light fixtures, faucets, a tankless electric water heater, the kitchen sink. I kid you not, my new kitchen sink is under my bed. In their garage, a ten-foot countertop, refrigerator, cabinets, the bathroom vanity, and my composting toilet await installation. A couch will be delivered before Christmas and hopefully, there’ll be a finished floor to put it on. So many details. But my vision is manifesting and I’m thrilled.

The gratitude I feel for my sister and her husband overwhelms me. They’ve shared their tools, knowledge, time, energy, food, resources, and their home with me for over three months without a single argument or cross word passing between us. That, in itself, is miraculous. House-speak dominates our happy-hour conversations every evening. And they continue to show up for me. With kindness. Smiling. Going so far above and beyond they could be orbiting the moon.

As I wrap up this tale, fat snowflakes tumble out of a moody, gray sky. Dark trees at the edge of the field scribble a jagged horizon line. An antique clock from the Southern Pacific Train Depot in Santa Barbara, California tick-tocks the minutes and I’m aware of time slipping by. But I’m where I want to be, doing what I want to do, soaking up family vibes. In the weeks between now and the end of the year, there’ll be cookie frosting, tree decorating, lefse baking, and cozy get-togethers. It’s a familiar feeling as I relive memories of growing up Scandinavian. And someday soon, I’ll be welcoming friends to coffee at Granny’s Landing. Won’t you join me?

I wish you big dreams and the courage to manifest them.

Happy holidays!

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bobbi DeGuiseppi
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 11:38:05

    You are blessed 💕Sounds like you have a wonderful family.

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  2. Gail Brown
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 14:04:56

    What an amazing tale, Sherry! Now I just can’t wait to see the finished product. As you say, all the fun stuff!❤️👍

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  3. Carol Taylor
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 14:38:10

    Merry Christmas. I’m enjoying your adventure

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  4. PHYLLIS
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 16:21:32

    So happy you are in the time and place you want to be. Despite the cold, I can feel how cozy you are there.

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  5. stevecastley
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 17:44:18

    Happy holidays. I’m glad you are enjoying the make over and family. I’m now back in Bali and life is wonderful. Hugs. Steve

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    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Dec 15, 2022 @ 06:37:08

      Are you back in Bali for good? I follow Indonesian news, and it looks like you’re experiencing a heat wave and have had a couple of earthquakes lately. So…business as usual more or less! I’m glad life is good, Steve. Lots of snow here but that’s also business as usual for this time of year. Happy holidays to you and Bayu!

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      • stevecastley
        Dec 15, 2022 @ 09:28:38

        Hi Sherry, Bayu and I head off to Thailand and Cambodia for a 2 week holiday today. We are really looking forward to it. I return to Australia on the 16th Jan for 3 months and then return to Bali on the 11th April to live out my days. That’s the plan anyway. Hugs and happy holidays to you. Steve

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        • writingforselfdiscovery
          Dec 16, 2022 @ 08:59:55

          The clock is ticking down to the end of your commitment in AU. Hopefully, the months between will fly – this trip should help. Have a fantastic time. We’re buried in 14 inches of snow here. It’s beautiful – far lovelier than I remember. It helps not living in the city, having to brave icy streets to go to work. This is a whole different reality and I’m loving it!

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  6. Gail
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 18:18:44

    Seasons greetings Sherry- hope your first family Christmas in your new home is a happy one. You are certainly undertaking a large project with enthusiasm.

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  7. rickerw
    Dec 06, 2022 @ 22:38:20

    Totally proud of your effort and positive energy. So cool to tackle life that way!!

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  8. Diane Struble
    Dec 07, 2022 @ 01:17:27

    Everything sounds good. House actually on schedule. And, of course, you three are amazing. Hopefully I will get a Christmas letter sent within the next few weeks.

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    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Dec 15, 2022 @ 06:48:45

      The house is waaay behind schedule! The new move in date is Jan. 1st…fingers crossed. Everything takes twice as long as I expect and hired help is extremely undependable. They warned me about the 218 area code – I believe them now!

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  9. Anonymous
    Dec 07, 2022 @ 08:34:11

    Happy holidays to you Sherry may you stay happy and safe

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  10. Anonymous
    Dec 09, 2022 @ 16:01:11

    Wonderful to have you back Sherry. Happy Holidays to you and your beautiful family.

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