Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The New House


The new house is coming along.  They now have all the roof covered (not in this picture though).  We are still working on downsizing.  What a bunch of stuff we have accumulated in almost 33 years!  This is the house from the back. The door on the left goes into the kitchen and the door on the right is the laundry room/mud room and what we will use as the "back" door.

To the left of this picture is the front of the house.  The big open spot will be a window with a window seat, it looks across the street at the salt water pool.  Further to the left out of the picture is the front porch and front door.  The doors that you can see to the right are the "Dining terrace"--it will loose that fancy name once we move in.  It is a little patio off the dining room.

And finally, this is the front of the house.  The electrician and the plumber were there today.  The windows had arrived week before last, were put by each opening--and then they were gone.  I guess they must have been the wrong size windows or something.  They were the right style, "3 over one."

We are making the final repairs on the house we are in.  I am sure we will miss the extra space we have here but it I will be nice not to have the big yard to keep up with every week.  Our kids rarely visit, so it will be nice to have a cozy little house for the two of us.

Over 55 Softball League

It is softball season again for Jim.  Skye and I went to Jim's game this evening.  Skye wanted to shase the ball (of course), but once she realized that she had a fence between her and the ball she was okay. A gentleman with a white beard on Jim's team came by to pet her.  He asked us "Whose we were".  I told him Jim's family.  He introduced himself, "I'm Fuzzy".  He had a long white "fuzzy" beard which made perfect sense.  He looked a little older than Jim and the others but I didn't think much about it.

Jim got a couple of hits, as did Fuzzy.  I noticed Fuzzy had a hard time running and everyone seemed to really be pulling for him every time he got up to bat.  It wasn't just the usual, everyone seemed concerned  everytime he got a hit and ran to the base.

I told Jim when we got home that Fuzzy had introduced himself to us.  Jim smiled and said,"Fuzzy is 95."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??? 95??"
"Yes and his 60 year old son is on the team too."

Now I see why everyone was concerned each time he ran!    When I met him I thought, at the most, he was about 75.

Now that I think about it--I probably couldn't run as well as he does--95 and still playing softball--cool!