Those 70ish Girls

The tiny tipsters will be moving Beastertown to it’s new location on the other side of Beaster Hill sometime within the next couple of weeks. Things are moving quickly now, but this last phase can’t move fast enough as far as I’m concerned.

The concrete pad for the RV and carport was poured today and boy does it look big. Kip commented that it looks a lot different in real life than it does on paper. I think he is doing an excellent job as a subcontractor, of sorts. I went to the site mid-morning just in time to watch the cement dry for a bit. It wasn’t much more exciting than watching paint dry, but tomorrow, MG will be there with bells on to watch the tiny home arrive. We don’t have an ETA yet, but it should get there early as under optical conditions, it’s only a thirty minute drive from the factory.

The hard part is going to be waiting for the sewer, water, and electricity to be hooked up. You know how hard it is to get utility companies to hurry. After the house gets set tomorrow, the concrete guys will come back, (early next week), to pour the driveway. The skirting/siding can’t be completed until the utilities are hooked up. The coordination at the end of the project might very well be a pleasant surprise or it could be frustrating. Believe me, we are very grateful that everything so far has happened like it was meant to be…

Here are some pictures I took of the Tiny Tipster house, yesterday. The refrigerator and stove-top are in, and the tile is completed. I keep rearranging furniture in my head and trying to decide what will fit. One thing is certain. There is a lot more storage than you would ever think possible. I have some ideas that I can’t wait to try and implement. It will be small, but it will be fun.

Mayor Beasterhop went to bed with a cold wet cloth resting on his head.

Tomorrow is just a day away. Just like in that Broadway play.

And I haven’t seen hide nor hare of a Beastertown bunny anywhere.

Will they try to call my bluff? Haven’t I suffered quite enough?

I will follow Murdo Girl wherever she may go. There isn’t an ocean too deep or a mountain so high it will keep me away….even Beaster Hill…unless there’s another way.

“Hmm…can we talk?” His dear Bunny requested. “Don’t tackle this until you’ve rested.

Or you won’t be worth one nickel. Remember, you are the rabbit that rides a bicycle.

Beastertown, is wherever you may go, and there is something else you should know. 

 

To leave Murdo Girl would be absurd. For you couldn’t utter another word.”

“You have a point,” said the Beasterhop. “She even gave me a Beasterhop hop.”

 

To be continued. Pictures of the tiny abode at the destination location, tomorrow….

We will have more of Faith-Hope and Essie-Ellie next week…