This Old House

We soon found out (as you do in a small town) that the great-grandmother had sadly passed, and left the land to her closest of kin- three relatives who needed to sell and divide the proceeds.  The home had been on the market for close to a year (why hadn’t we seen it before now?!) and the heirs were getting anxious for a transaction.  We were able to quickly arrange for a tour (JR in person with me on webcam). 
There are issues, of course: the house is old and sparsely updated…

But the stove!  The real wood burning oven.   (Is that the Hallelujah Chorus again- so soon?!) That alone is worth the buy.  Ok, I’m over exaggerating a bit…. I do that, just smile and nod your head.  But what farmhouse is complete without an antique oven?  Exactly- none.

The house is on a well, so that may take some getting used to since I have been on city sewer my entire life. JR told me I’ll have to take four minute showers so I don’t run the well dry.  I told him he can give up his shower for me, like any good husband would.  His indignant grunt informed me that we have not entirely settled this argument.  I don’t think that’s a real issue, anyway.  I’m sure well using people shower just as much as city folk. Who cares about showering right now, anyway?  I could be baking freshly picked peach cobbler in my old-fashioned wood burning oven after a  30 to 45 day escrow.  Where’s my country girl apron?  Oh, yeah.  I don’t have one.  Yet.