I may not have mentioned much about this before but it’s about time. Before we moved to Traverse City and during my job negotiations with my now employer, N and I found and purchased some land here. It’s possible I didn’t mention it because with everything else going on with the move across the country it just wasn’t in the forefront of my mind.
But it’s on my mind just about daily now. No, that’s a lie. It’s not quite on my mind every second, but it’s close to being constant. In an act of pure coincidence, N and I found a home to rent that backs up to our property and our evolving home-site. Spoiler alert! We are insane. With the use of something we’re calling a “thrasher” (sounds cool, right?), a saw and rake and a ton of time, N has created a hiking trail that takes us from the rental’s backyard straight up to our property and the trail that leads to our future home. We hike to see the progress on the house just about daily (and N sometimes more than once). Or sometimes we’ll take the ipod, a bottle of wine, a flashlight and 2 small beach chairs and plop down on one of the dirt piles and watch the sunset (which is spectacular). We haven’t turned into complete hicks just yet but you may change your mind after this next bit.
A couple of weeks ago, I came home from work to find N clammering about the arrival of his non-toxic bullets (they make those?) and his new target and target stand. He put it all in a carrying case, grabbed his locked gun case and asked if I wanted to hike over to the property. Cue the theme music from The Beverly Hillbillies.
We got to the homesite and there’s this flat spot of land with a large dirt pile down a ways from where our home is being built and it was just begging for N to set up his gear and fire away. I found a spot in the shade and put in my ear plugs and waited for the inevitable pop-pop-pop of the Mule (you cannot be surprised that the gun has a name, right?). N has turned into quite the marksman. Me on the other hand? I’ve largely abstained from shooting a gun after I shot the PVC piping in a gun range on my very first shot. One and out.
He’s not Top Shot calliber just yet but a girl can dream. I mean, have you seen this show? Remember this guy?
Colby is simply awesome on this show. I wasn’t a big fan when he was on Survivor. But, as the host of Top Shot, he gets to say the name of the show like a million times. And it’s not simply, “Top Shot.” Oh no. It’s “Tiooop Sheeeeahhht.” How the man manages to stretch out the name more and more as the season progresses is beyond me. And my favorite part has to be when he talks about the winner of the elimation challenge receiving their $2,000 gift card to “Baaaass Pro Shops.” Fan-freakin-tastic.
Back to work on the bazillion things we need to pick out for our house. We just finished the electical stuff and we’re starting to plow into plumbing. My cue to sign off? N asking, “why would they make a round one piece toilet?” They call it the Top Hat. Or, as N has dubbed it, the Top Shat. I wonder how Colby would pronounce it?
And that, my friends, is the best insight into my life that I could probably ever share….