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Just a little visit to check on things. Everyone’s going to behave.

She’s a monkey. She’ll be good, though. Really.

But there are so many fun things to do with scaffolding. “Do we get to keep it after the house is finished?”

Why does all this scaffolding make me feel like we are in a Batman movie?

Look how they pretend to be useful and measure stuff. How about pushing their sister off the scaffolding now? Wouldn’t that be useful?

He is not hugging her, by the way.

Whew. Down safely. Crisis averted. But she appears to have found a giant icicle. Wonder what her brothers should do now???

The final moment of peace as she observes them from the window.
I’d bring you a picture of the Star Wars ice saber battles that followed, but I had to set down the camera and save our planet from ultimate destruction.

Here’s the real high point of our visit to the house. THE SEPTIC TANK IS SET. I can move in on March 8th now. We have working toilets. Or we’re close to it….

And if this post wasn’t exciting enough already, I give you–52’s shoulder! (He totally behaved the whole time.)
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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52! So nice to finally meet you. I’m not always so great with names but I never forget a shoulder.
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If Princess isn’t already taking drama classes, I think she should consider it!
-Kim :catmeow:
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I can only imagine what it will be like to get up in the mornings with a fresh cup of steaming coffee, go out to your front porch and look out at the beauty of West Virgina. Awesome! :treehugger:
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wow I could so go for sitting on that porch and well, just sitting :thumbsup:
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Cole
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I’m curious, though, about the first picture in this post. What is hanging on the wall in the hallway?
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Meanwhile, per that shoulder. I can intuit alot about a man from his shoulders. And his asparagus.
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Linda, that is a gas heater.
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I can still remember looking over the home in progress too. The photos I have were in plain old black and white.
Don’t move in too soon. When we moved in in October 1957, we had no water, couldn’t cook because our stove hadn’t been connected yet and had a big hole where the 2 steps down to the “sunken” living room was located. With my two-year-old sister and four-year-old brother around, we had a lot of fun trying to keep them safe, especially with an open stairway to the “children’s” floor to boot.
Ah, yes, those were the days and I’m sure your kids, though they are a few years older than we were, will remember this time as fondly as I do. I felt so proud about moving into a brand-new house. I’m sure they will too.
Enjoy it with all the joys and trials it may bring you. One problem I hope you never have is a miller’s moth blight. The second year we were in our dream home, we suddenly faced literally hundreds of inch-long black moths which came “out of the woodwork” every night. We couldn’t keep pace with disposing of them. One night one of them crawled into my mother’s ear and after my father tried vainly to get the wriggling, trapped creature out again, while my mother was going slowly batty, she finally took the pincers, got out the moth and thrust it into my father’s face. This episode gave me a lifelong fear of having the same thing happen to me. Sometimes I still like the comfort of having the sheets cover my ears. :wall:
P.S. Thanks for the lovely note, Suzanne. It made me feel special.
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Can’t wait to see more!
And oh, yes – did Princess decide which color(s) to go with?
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