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Trudy looked out on the unwatered yard through dusty glass, clutching a pillowcase unconsciously. She hadn't been able to make 3 out of every 4 lights work in the low slung stucco casa. Gus was out cold on the couch, sunglasses still on after a 500-mile push to their new town.

The children were counting on them. She sighed a embarrassed sigh, set down the pillowcase, tied her red-brown hair back with a light blue ribbon, and started to work.

Trudy looked out on the unwatered yard through dusty glass, clutching a pillowcase unconsciously. She hadn't been able to make 3 out of every 4 lights work in the low slung stucco casa. Gus was out cold on the couch, sunglasses still on after a 500-mile push to their new town. The children were counting on them. She sighed a embarrassed sigh, set down the pillowcase, tied her red-brown hair back with a light blue ribbon, and started to work.

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[–] drstrangegovt 0 point (+0|-0) (edited )
 My wife and I began remodeling our 100 year old farmhouse 5 years ago. When we first arrived the doors had stood open for years, tweakers had stolen all the copper, and the insulation was horse hair and burlap bags. there was no heat source having all been stolen. So we started buying things. Stoves and insulation , pipes and plumbing. 
  Were not rich.  We work hard. My wife complains about the cold some.....But what woman doesn't? Our first winter we only had wood heat. Our windows were floated single pane glass (the wavy stuff). 
   She is in the habit of taking a glass of water to bed with her. One morning there was ice in her glass. While blowing insulation in the attic, she fed the bales into the machine while I blew it in. I love my wife so much. She's my inspiration and my strength. But is she ever a willful little creature.