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Shortly before Spring had sprung that year I noticed an eye catching advertisement in a local periodical that had arrived in the mail.  Log Home Restoration.  Intrigued, I called the number and although it was after 8pm on a Friday night, had an educational conversation with Monte.  He told me about his experience, the materials he used and approximate cost of re-staining this house.  The house looked like battered up Lincoln Logs I told him.  Monte responded with the fact that he would make it look like a beautiful piece of furniture.  With those words, I agreed to have him over on Sunday morning so that he could demonstrate his technique to both the ex and myself.  It was a very brief meeting that Sunday... he stayed only 30 minutes or less, but we got a good feeling from him.  He was knowledgeable, seemed hard working and showed us (by pointing to rooftops further up the mountain) projects that he had recently complete...

Soon enough, Spring was finally here!  The snow had melted, revealing nothing but what appeared to be grass, but was soon to be discovered as just green weeds with a few blades of grass here and there.  The trees on the property (eleven groves of trees) started to sprout leaves.  And Magpies built nests...  for bird lovers, I'd bet that would be magnificent!  And it was fascinating...  but Magpies build the biggest nests you could possibly imagine out of everything available!!  Twigs, dog hair, leaves & dirt.  Sorry: but Yuck!!  The grass/weeds in the back forty, as we evenually, (with affection of course) called the back field, soon became overgrown.  My ex got out there with the push mower - haha.  It was funny and horrible all at the same time.  The grass got to at least 18" seemingly overnight!!  He pushed that thing about 20' and that took him at least an hour ...  Not good....

Moving day + two young sons + a ferocious storm = a bit of chaos. Everything that day got put into the garage just to get it out of the truck. Again, because of the weather, moving "day" turned into moving "days".  Naturally, nothing was where it needed to be for days to come;  boxes of "things" were everywhere.  It all seems a blurr now, but I know that after the storm finally passed and because the laundry room was downstairs, my ex and his pal carried the washer and then the dryer down the slippery, sloping landscape and in through the door down there.  As with previous moves we had made, it ended up being my task to organize everything.  Boxes got moved and re-moved as we determined what would go where.