When I was a little girl, my mom used to laugh at me because I would cut the lights and put candles in strategic places around the house, dress in a prairie outfit (complete with the braids and knee socks and petticoats), and pretend that we were living in the 1800´s.
Well, know this: Practice makes perfect. It seems that I was destined for this kind of life, because I am bathing in buckets by candle-light in my new house. I am told these are temporary conditions, because supposedly I will have a legal electrical line that will enable me to run my water pump and take a shower, but for the next week or so, Laura Ingalls is in full swing. Hauling buckets of water from the cistern to wash dishes on the floor, indigenous style...you get the picture.
1 comment:
Well undoubtedly why we are simpatico! I hope that you get thrown into the 21st century sooner or later, though!
Any other details about the house, or is it hard to see it in the dark? :)
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