It was the summer of 2004 when I bought this house, and late August before I got possession, filthy, stinking and crawling with cockroaches. But is was once a solidly built cottage for a working family, in 1900. And the framing was locally grown hard oak, the carpenters worked hard to build a good home.
It's now January 2017 and I am seeing drywall on the south end of that attic conversion. The north end got drywall finished and painted last winter. I don't make fast progress but it is also paid for materials and my labor and that of my son Ben, for the most part.
The north studio is a mess, but that is how it goes when you do renovations in a small house you are living in. Everything moves from 1 space to another and back and around and gets dirty and drywall dust gets everywhere. But it's improving and I have my lowest winter heating bill yet, despite gaining about 600 more square feet of living space.
And I keep working in that pork processing plant, making a living, paying my bills and taxes and liking my life as a single woman in an old river town. I live a good life, my own life and my way. I am not happy with the newly inaugurated president but until he manages to get himself impeached, I guess we are stuck with him and with the Republicans doing all the damage to us they can. And it looks like they will be doing a lot of damage to everyone but the very rich.
And I will find a way to survive, and get by and keep living my life. I will fight what I can, do what I can and hope we as a country survive the madness we seem to be descending into.
A new pen wouldn’t hurt either
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