... warm house.
Sunday, our friends and family met The Tree House, and The Tree House met our friends and family -- and the extraneous new neighbor or two.
I very much wanted to have an open house as a house warming for our new house. Husband wanted to "get it over with" if we were going to do it. And I have learned from experience that, if I wait until we're "settled," we will never have a house warming. So, we took over a bare minimum of tables and chairs, threw a couple of futons over un-upholstered love seats I inherited from my mother (original upholstery was far too smokey for civilization) and brought in party trays. Add guests and tours of the house, and you have instant house warming.
Not all of our dearest and nearest could join us, but sufficient number of good people did attend, and the house was indeed warmed to the idea of fun, laughter, love and friendship. It has been declared a party house; now it merely has to live up to its reputation.
Thanks to all who helped with the birthing of this dream.
We invited our new neighbors, who are really great people. One has already offered to help with our landscaping (I very much admire what he did with his own -- they live across the road), and the other has already offered to help us get our land native and into conservatorship. He and his wife actually live outside the subdivision, on the road that parallels our main road. They bought 4 of the subdivision lots, however, and just finalized the paperwork last week to turn it into land preserve, so it will never be developed. Their parcels constitute the main portion of the wetlands (we have the rest), so there is state aid available, and he is going to introduce us to the right people. His wife works at the feline refuge where we got the sisters, Trick and Treat. So we already know we're compatible folk.
We also invited the artisans who made our house so special. Erik, of course, was the man of the hour. As I recall, he gave his
card out to 4 different folks, so I hope I've brought his some business! Ron Dean, who did the beautiful work on the entryway slate tiles, also came in for some accolades. Erik described to Ron what we're thinking of doing for a surround for the fireplace in the family room, and Ron is going to give some thought to how he would incorporate the same slate tile into the surround, and give me a quote.
The youngest of my father's sisters-in-law, and the one cousin on my father's side who was closest to my parents and kept in touch with me, both came. They did a lot of catching-up, although I could only join in spurts. Still, it was nice to have some real blood relations there to represent all the ones spread across the country.
Now, the move starts in earnest.
DHD friends: I've not forgotten you. I owe more stories about the construction. I have a list of things I've not discussed, and I'll be posting those over the next weeks. Orlo -- I will have time to check in on your blog, now, so I'll see you there.