I'm mostly unpacked. It's a nice sized house for a single girl and her dog. There's a GLORIOUS amount of counter space and my new coffee maker (thanks mom!) has its own permanent space.
Tucker has found his favorite spot in the house. The sun shines through the window in my "living room" onto the love seat. He sleeps pretty soundly most of the day in the sun, waking only to run around like a nut and howl at the strange noises in the house and/or the house flies (whom he has declared his mortal enemies).
The bathroom quite possibly bigger than my childhood bedroom. Tucker plays a funny game of hopping from rug to rug in the bathroom while I do laundry.
I've attached the dog chain to the front porch rail, which pleases both the momma and the Tucker. He gets to sniff and dig and pee all he wants while I vacuum/sweep without a howling nuisance. I tackled the gardens today. It helped to have a physical challenge and some quiet time in the midst of creation. I pulled tall weed and trimmed the long ivy vines that had begun to take over the sidewalk. (I also discovered that scissors can be used as a manual-powered weed whacker, too!)
The back porch/wood deck has been taken over by a giant trumpet vine. The humming birds seem to loooove it. I, however, would like a little more porch to sit on, so I wrestled the plant into submission. It took surprisingly little trimming to wind the vines around the porch rail and open up more space. I know it's a small feat, but it feels good to have some control over at least one aspect of my life.
I have a pumpkin plant growing happily from under my porch. I'm eager to get better internet to see if I can't find some information on tending pumpkins! (Aunt Tina, I'd love advice from you...:)
It's becoming home... slowly but surely. God is richly in these people and revealing himself in everything.