That’s when I’m the woman I admire. When it’s cold and conditions are not ideal. A storm that knocks down the lines brings out the very best in me. That time in survival mode – makes me feel resilient.
Reading by oil lamp. I smile as I get out and light candles in every room. Doing without the modern conveniences. Challenges my creative use of the resources I have.
Figuring things out - making them work. Repurposing and finding uses for seemingly useless things. There is satisfaction in that.
Fifth house from the end of the line . . . very low priority for repair.
The furnace is gas but the switch is electric. The gas stove works but the ignitor doesn't. The well doesn't work - so fill the tub with water in a storm. That allows flushing. Must have flushing.
Extra blankets on the bed . . . like our coal furnace growing up my nose is cold but toes are toasty. Reminds me of camping.
The furnace is gas but the switch is electric. The gas stove works but the ignitor doesn't. The well doesn't work - so fill the tub with water in a storm. That allows flushing. Must have flushing.
Extra blankets on the bed . . . like our coal furnace growing up my nose is cold but toes are toasty. Reminds me of camping.
That kind of adversity brings out the pioneer spirit in me. I imagine those folks who carried their belongings across the west in covered wagons. Ten miles was a great day on the Oregon Trail.
Listening to the rain beat on the roof while the candles flicker . . . ahhhh!!
