Things get better, year by year. There's an Italian term that's used in the music world. Poco a poco. Little by little.
I have a basement under about 1/3 of my house that has a stone and dirt floor and stone walls. In my first December here, I thought wood was supposed to go down there, so I put 2 cords of wood in here. Then I spent 6 weeks in May and June taking the wood out after it started molding. That was a big, rough lesson. When it rained bunches, you could see water in the cracks between these stones, although the tops of the stones stayed dry. I despaired of ever being able to use the basement for anything. Until, that is, I started to read about root cellars. Now it looks like the basement might be useful for something after all. It's cool and humid, and there's airflow. Poco a poco. More research to come.
I'm going to jump the gun on this next one because I'm excited about it. If all goes well, in a few hours, this little baby will be coming home with me, courtesy of craigslist.
I'm not all that enthusiastic about sharing my room with some sawhorses and a table. I mean, the whole shootin match is about 6 feet tall and 6 feet long. I'd been keeping my eyes open for something more appropriate and saw this about a week ago. I was not first in line, but I got lucky and the first person in line flaked out. We'll see how it goes! Poco a poco.
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