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Yes, I’m still around. Somewhere . . . And no, we haven’t stopped working! But our construction zone is now more of a moving zone, except in the STL house. THAT house is a little construction and a little chaotic and a lot empty.

In fact, it’s been on the market for a couple weeks now and has had two showings and an open house, plus an agent open house. And now, shameless plug for anyone moving to the area: http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1200-Schulte-Rd_Saint-Louis_MO_63146_M88593-58680

So the kid is signing a lease on April 1st, instead of May 1st. No, he doesn’t want to get away from us, in fact, he wanted to be assured that I’d come visit and cook for him. Not that he can’t cook. But still. J

By the end of April, we’ll be out in the woods—finally!

Over the next few weeks, you’ll see some changes online, particularly regarding RHP and my social media accounts. And I’ll try to be here pretty regularly—yes, I know I seem to have taken a week or so off already, but I’m really looking forward to writing a bit more once we’re settled.

Even though I’m the queen of moving, I’m currently at that last bit that seems to trip up everyone; you know, the end of the move where you’re just throwing random crap in boxes to get it OUT and MOVED. I’m as guilty as anyone . . .

And yes, I AM the queen: this will be our tenth move in 19 years, not counting stints in five hotels and with friends for several weeks at a time.

And no, we’re not military. Everyone asks.

What’s left at the farm? Well, besides those random boxes of crap . . . We decided to redo the shower, with tile, so there’s that and the bathroom floor. And we decided to redo the lean-to, aka the dungeon, so we have a little more drywall and then tile. Ugh.

Then there’s fitting in the rest of the furniture—not much, thank heavens. And the unpacking, which I mostly don’t mind. Except for, all together now: RANDOM BOXES OF CRAP!

Oh, my. This has been an exercise in patience, which I sorely lack.

A brief recap:

Almost exactly a year ago, we closed on a piece of property in southern Missouri. Thirty-five acres. We spent countless hours/days/weeks doing various projects around the farm, including a complete remodel of the 900-square-foot house. We also emptied a 2400-square-foot barn (and have since filled it up again).

We’ve cleaned up and cleaned out and re-done nearly everything, and for the past several months have been moving in—which means, of course, that we’re essentially living in two houses, roughly half our time in each.

And they’re about 2-3 hours apart, driving time.

So. That’s where I’ve been. We did, however, manage to get satellite Internet hooked up last week, so hopefully this whole moving-the-office thing will no longer be such a giant PITA.

Admittedly, our prepping has fallen a bit by the wayside—while simultaneously expanding in other areas.

Security is coming along nicely, as are communications. Stocking and saving are doing well. Now that I think about it a bit more, the problem seems to just be in my head . . .

Let’s not go there.

It’s still crucial, in spite of the slowdown of Internet rumors lately, to be ready for whatever may happen. Or may not. I still believe this, I’m still preparing for it:

We have kits in our vehicles, we have alternate routes, we keep our ears to the ground. IF we had to take off for the farm in a hurry, we could easily do so.

But I’ll still rest a lot easier when we make the final push in the next few weeks.