I've wanted to write you a long letter but... I do nothing but whine lately.On the upside, the electrician comes tomorrow, the cellar floor is damp [it is, in part a dirt floor cellar dug out in 1820], and I've been able to paint the unprimed wood on the inside of the house. Though the photo here does not show it, the exterior is covered with camo print tarps. Since we live near the river, one friend has jokingly asked me if it is my duck blind.
1) We've been without water in the house since September. The well is dry and we are in a "mini" drought. I suppose washing with buckets of cold water builds character but I'm more of a Room-service type. So we live out of barrels and buckets, shower at the gym, and I whine(I think Will is enjoying it).
Seems we have to drill a new well (the old one is a dug well from the 1800s) which entails massive equipment, ramps, tree trimming, lots of luck and lots and lots of money! I whine...
2) We started a "small" construction project in August... a 4'x8' extension with French doors and side windows) and as Christmas approaches it is still not finished. The house in in CHAOS, I'm in a rage, and Will shrugs. Materials don't show up (or are lost); the contractors don't show up (or are lost); the building inspector enjoys tormenting us (and he's never lost).
Other than that, we are well. Writing this is a step in my recovery.