|The dinner bell. Yea, we have a freaking dinner bell!|
|But then the sun creeped over the ridge,|
and everything was right with the universe.
|We ventured out via automobile on back roads. Top of our ridge as seen from Virginia.|
|Then we got some lunch at Pal's Sudden Service in Kingsport and ate delicious chili dogs and burgers and peach tea.|
|Found the nearest package store and stocked up on whiskey.|
|Our new memory foam mattress and petite sofa had arrived when we returned|
(sorry we were late Mr. Delivery Man From Knoxville, whoops).
|Our wood stove works well. Like let's-get-to-100-degrees-in-2-hours well.|
We actually had to open all the windows and doors in
20-degree weather to cool the cabin down a bit.
I think it was that night that we agreed our two-year time frame for moving out to the holler was just way too long. 2012 sounds much better.
more manana, my peeps...