Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Squatters' Rights on a Cold Mountain

The truth is, we really don't have any business living in this house. We've lived here for six months and Dave and I still have daily anxiety that someone is going to call us, tell us there has been a terrible mistake and we have to leave.

We get to live here because:

1) I'm very lucky (we've already talked about this).

2) My husband is very smart and well versed in foreclosure real estate.

3) We aren't afraid of buying a house sight unseen at an auction. (This part is untrue. I am terrified of buying a house sight unseen at an auction. My husband is made up of stronger stuff. I've never been closer to a full blown panic attack as I was that day.)

4) We weren't deterred by an overgrown jungle lawn, hoarding squatters, and truckloads of junk to be hauled off. You're welcome, Deseret Industries.

5) We aren't morally opposed to bribing squatters to leave.




Ever since I read Gone with the Wind I wanted a house with a name. Now I have that though it might not be the one I would have chosen. Chris Bennett named it Cold Mountain. It stuck.



This is the view from our front yard. That's Mount Si.
 Our backyard patio. Another view of Mount Si.

Our backyard in the fall. See that fence at the back of the property? It opens up to.....

...this. Yep. Just when you think Cold Mountain couldn't get any better. That's the Snoqualmie River in our backyard. For weeks the kids ran around screaming "We have a river!"

Jerry was up last week. He tried his luck fishing in our river.

This is how Cold Mountain got its name.
 We are so lucky to live in a place this wonderful. We are grateful for it every day.  

Cold Mountain is open to all visitors!

Bikes, Braces, and Blurting

Last week wasn't our best week.

Nat got in a bit of trouble at school. Her green bucket was changed to yellow (thankfully not all the way to red) when she had trouble paying attention during carpet time. That trouble was compounded when she "forgot" to deliver a note to us about the incident....for two weeks. This is the apology to her teacher.



There are a lot of great things about this letter but I think my favorite line is "I'm sorry...for not paying the least bit of attention."



On Tuesday we went on a short bike ride before bed. A race between Tiff and her dad ended badly when Tiff crashed and flew over the handlebars. She sustained a skinned knee, a scraped face, and, we found out later, a fractured tooth.

It's never a great time to crash one's bike but the day before one gets braces on her teeth seems like an extra bad time. She was a trooper.


Here she is the day of her braces and the day after the bike crash.





She only allowed me to post the above picture if I promised to post this one from today. Isn't she lovely?