Hi Crew,
Such a day. I was on the road by 6;30 am, and arrived in Bridgewater before 8:30. I got the lay of the land and then got to work. By 2 pm I had completed the mortgage work, transferred my bank accounts, and reworked my line-of-credit. I got the house insured. I spoke to the lawyer. I got my car inspected, plated and insured. I got my NS driver's license. By 3:30, I had my motel for the next two days, had ordered electrical service for the house, and ordered internet and telephone. I also went out to see my new home. BTW, the move is looking good so far. It was a lovely 24C here, as opposed to the 34 in Port! Ugh.
I think I'm in love. I having now seen the property, or at least a bit of it, WOW. I haven't been in the house, and I don't have a clue about the property boundaries, but oh my!!! I will take pictures starting tomorrow and post some. It is 9 km from the centre of town. The river is mainly shallow, but there seem to be some nice pockets. It is a bit hard to hear the river when the wind is in the many trees (a wide selection, many of them new to me), but when the wind is down, the river is a very happy sound. The river is north of the house, but the babbling brook runs south to north on the west side of the house, a very easy stone's throw away. There is a spot slightly up hill from the house and shed which has been prepared for the garage. A stone path (native rock) leads down to the water. I have seen much less than 1 of the 4 acres.
The driveway is mildly steep, and Daffi and I went for a little walk up to our road and to the end of it. A dirt roadlet led off east and we went exploring. We had gone approximately 4.5 km without coming to the end before I decided to turn around. There were numerous side roads and paths to explore as well. I will be able to do daily walks in my usual distance without ever getting in the car if I so wish. For me that is heaven. I'll save the Forester for exploring the rest of NS.
For the hell part, going out was easy, returning less so. I was so tired and distracted that I did not take note of where the little "through the woods" part of the trail rejoined old roadway. As a result, I got lost. I had noticed that Daffi was lagging behind, but was too muzzy headed to have that register. I did have the GPS with me, but in the dense tree cover, it was very unreliable. I did walk away from the direction of the house for a couple of km, and Daffi suddenly, and with great confidence went over to an essentially hidden trail and without a backward look, started up it. Within a minute I saw something I recognized, and the last few km were much more comfy. Of course she turned down our driveway without hesitation too. The 9 km walk was well over 15.
If only she could talk, ...
The main reason I decided to write tonight despite fatigue and sore shoulders (were all tension immediately takes up residence with me), when we got back to the motel, I notice Daffi had 2 porcupine quills (short ones) sticking out of her pink nose. Yesterday I had read a note from Brigitte, telling me about a porcupine problem and treatment, so I tried clipping them, but they were still a bugger to remove even though I waited some time before trying to pull the second one. Daffi didn't like it much, but she's a trooper. First time a dog of mine has ever had that experience, and on the day I read her story. Hmmm, how does this world function anyway?
Tomorrow I have to start shopping with a vengeance. I can't even use the cell phone at my house as reception is right at the hairy edge. I will be essentially without email until next Tuesday unless I go to the local Internet restaurant. More to come.
