The blessed bloggage of our beautiful bungalow begins
So, now to my first bloggage. Like an awkward first date I will start this monologue. Well as most sane people realize, one can only build a home when one has land to base said home upon. Unless you are stuck in a perpetual free-fall with building supplies readily available around you also in free fall. Then I suppose you could construct a house in the air as you fell. Provided the fall is long. Very long. Since we do not have the luxury of long falls around here, we started by purchasing a piece of pie. A slice of pie from God’s green earth. Except this slice was sort of brown and dead and rectangular. Because it was bought in the fall. Like an overbaked piece of pie God forgot about. We bought a lot just outside Sioux in a new subdivision called “Autumnwood Estates”. Immediately kill any thought you have of ponies, manicured greenery and women with big hats taking tea. There are no such estates present as of yet. More or less a gravel road with a field in the middle. But what a voluptuous field! Our lot is 0.62 acres large. Ok, ok, ok, I know for all of you south of the border, this seems small, but it is quite large in Sioux especially since it is on town water and sewer, yet in the countryside. It has forest on the west side, our driveway on the east side, a neighbour on the south side, and my brother on the north side. Yes, my brother is our neighbour, or, as I refer to him, my “bro-bour”. He bought a house last year in the same subdivision. Yes, we are creepy, no doubt.
Anyhizzle, our lot is currently populated by a large city of fieldgrass, which I plan on evicting without 2 weeks notice. In fact, I plan a sudden strike to eradicate the indiginous flora to make way for the Cospito colonization. There are other fields to grow in, grass. Shoo.
Well, with the purchase of our lot firmly behind us (like a good spanking), we must take the next bold step. Similar to what Neil Armstrong did on the moon. Except Neil didn’t have to pick kitchen cupboards. Or siding. Or flooring. Or berber carpet. What the heck is berber carpet? Let me tell you, Neil. It is a thickly woven carpet that cozies your toesies when you step into it in the morning. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that, Neil, in your big moon boots. You moonwalker you. I am off track. The next bold step was the selecting of a houseplan. Now, me being an engineer, you probably assumed I designed it from the ground up with my calculator and star chart and physics textbook in hand. That would be wrong. We selected a floorplan from Home Hardware (a Canadian hardware store) and then modified it to our liking. We did design our own kitchen and moved it to another area of the house, and added a few things here and there, but for the most part, the houseplan satisfied our bungalow “glushtiness” (dutch word? maybe?). We cautiously coerced a concerned contractor back in the fall of 2010 AD. Our contractor also has an accent not unlike one of the characters from Lord of the Rings. In fact, I am pretty sure he is either Faramir or Elrond. Tough call at this point. He is a British chap and quite charming as such. Yes, apparently the accent counts for a lot with my wife. I have worked with him before on another project through work so I am pretty comfortable with him.
Following the selection and finalization of our floorplan we embarked upon the treacherous journey of selecting everything from paint to light bulb sizes. A journey fraught with peril. In fact said journey is so perilous that many perish under the shear volume of siding colors and door options, lost eternally in a sea of carpet styles and tile options. Murdered mercilessly by the ruthlessness of selecting kitchen cabinets. Fortunately, my lovely bride and I had a sharpened lance that we rammed repeatedly through the heart of the finish-selection foe. Yes, upon our noble steed too, I might add. For some amazing reason, we appear to be completely compatible when it comes to our tastes. With passion and determination we tag team through the hordes of squealing, helpless samples, heedless of the damage sustained to our minds and bodies. It has actually been a blast – the kitchen design was especially fun:) We have pretty much wrapped up picking all the finishes. In fact the very room I am sitting in conducting my first bloggage is chock full of samples. If our house plans are ever cancelled due to some event, we can at least build a pretty nice doghouse with what we have in this room. Either that or a scale model of Noah’s ark.
Spanking the finish selection. Yes, we actually did do this.
So here we are, sitting on a slice of brown earth-pie with our houseplans in hand. We hope to begin within a month or so with a sacred ritual; a traditional ground breaking ceremony going back a hundred generations in which we smear ash on…..just kidding. BREAK THAT GROUND!!! OUT OF THE WAY, FLORA!!! CRACK THAT EARTH OPEN!!!
Lowly serfs, we await the impending lifelong mortgage. That is unless my plans for the “UberNuker 2000 microwave” or “tree-tality hunter camoflauge” transpire, which I wouldn’t count on anytime soon. Actually friends, this is a tremendous blessing and responsibility God has blessed us with. Truly. A blessing. I can hardly believe He is providing the means to do this, and it is so exciting and breathtaking to be on this journey with Anne, my incredible wife who has made this process so much fun and drawn us closer together. To our Father goes the praise for a chance to build a new home in which to raise a family. He is so, so good to us. This is an exciting blessed season of our lives!
Joe & Andrea