Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Life in the Spooky Forest ...

Well, the Little Gothic Cottage hasn't progressed quite as far as we'd hoped it would have by now, especially considering winter probably isn't that far off. After the land purchase at the end of May, it took a further 2 weeks to get the title transferred and an additional 10 weeks for approval of the development permit - approval of the conservatory and carriage house permits are still pending. Many thanks to Storybook Homes for working so diligently this past weekend redrawing the plans to meet county requirements. Fingers crossed they'll pass this week, although none of us are terribly optimistic.

So far, the hole has been dug; happily, hardly any trees needed cutting. The deer are an inquisitive bunch and, judging by the amount of hoof prints in the hole, they have already investigated every corner quite thoroughly. This week the cribbing will be complete and all being well, the foundation poured.

There's Kevin, digging our basement ... Hiya, Kevin!

Nice job ... Thanks, Kevin!

Although the insomniac  had grandiose plans for renovating the Crappy Little Trailer in the Spooky Forest, she spends far more time than she could ever have imagined possible just sitting around enjoying the forest, instead of putting those plans into action. Obviously, adjusting to a life of retirement hasn't been all that difficult for her.

After the spouse's grizzly bear encounter, everyone's preferred seating choice for forest enjoyment is the chair backed up against the trailer, with the unobstructed view on the remaining three sides.


The Crappy Little Trailer in the Spooky Forest ...

Although the Crappy Little Trailer might not be very aesthetically pleasing at the moment, the campsite boasts all the necessary luxuries ...

The Coffeemaker

The Dishwasher

The Microwave

The Beer Fridge

Which only works properly after a hailstorm ...

The Spooky Forest is slowly starting to look more like home. The gryphons formerly resident on the Gothic Mansion's veranda were relocated to their very own tree stumps, guarding the entrance. A week later, they abandoned their duties and ran away into the forest; either that or someone driving past decided they liked the pair as much as we did. However it all went down, the gryphons, plus a ladder they must have used for their escape, are no longer with us.

We're going to miss you guys.

The ladder - not so much ...

The spouse started moving some of his bird houses. After the Gryphon Incident, they will now be firmly nailed to their respective tree stumps.

New playground for the chipmunks and squirrels ...

We've been spending an inordinate amount of time getting acquainted with our new neighbours. The cute ones ...

Mr. Caterpillar ...

Mr. Owl ...

Mrs. Deer ...

Mr. Squirrel ...

He joins us for Happy Hour every day at 3:00 p.m.

And the not-so-cute ... The Bugs of Alberta book lists a mere four or five species of arachnids. In our short time there we have already encountered, at the very least, an additional three thousand varieties ...

This species' habitat is inside the trailer,
preferring any spot as long as it's only inches away
from the insomniac's  sleeping face ...

Mr. Spider before a good meal ...

Mr. Spider after a good meal ...

He bears an uncanny resemblance to the insomniac 
after a large steak, baked potato and a few beer.
Bloated and lethargic.

Despite the insomniac's  original assumption that she would be most likely to meet her doom in the Spooky Forest from a cougar attack or Zombie Apocalypse, she is now almost certain her ignominious end will be via cardiac arrest, brought about by her failure to adhere to The Most Important Rule of the Spooky Forest:

Before getting comfortably settled in the portapotty
make sure to diligently check all areas in one's immediate vicinity
else run the risk of having the resident Potty Spider
(one of the above-mentioned three thousand varieties)
descend slowly from the ceiling directly in front of one's face
at the most inopportune moment possible. 

And should she not expire from heart failure at that very moment then most probably it will be from starvation, since there's no possible way of escaping without brushing against that nasty-looking arachnid on the way out ...

The Potty Spider is quite intelligent, really.

It's not like there's a lack of flies on Mr. P. Potty.

Until next time, the insomniac  wishes you nights of blissful sleep filled with pleasant dreams. Goodnight, my pretties.

IA