Have you seen the movie Red Rose? The one where the house controls the owners, demanding constant love and affection in the form of additions and repairs? Eventually the house turns on the owner and tries to destroy them...welcome to my very own Red Rose.
We moved in in March 2002, two days later the ceiling in the den fell in leaving us looking at a patch of grey sky. Emergency repairs were quickly made with the assistance of a blue tarp and some nails. Three hours later the tarp was torn and flapping in the wind. More repairs and several hours later we figured out that we could use wood to hold the tarps in place. Disaster averted for now, we felt very pleased with ourselves, so I made a warming meal on my single ring elecgtric hotplate (no kitchen) and we celebrated our intelligence. How hard was this? We were Renassiance people. We were big city dwellers and we could take on anything that life threw us. Masters of this mini universe and all that.
The following day we discovered that the heating system didn't work, the house was insulated with sawdust, the electrical system was literally "hair raising" and the toilet was in imminent danger of dropping into the basement. So much for the cheerful home inspector telling me what a great deal I was getting. A quick calculation revealed that we would need at least $40,000 to make the house "comfortable". We had $3,000 in our bank account. Never one to give up, I moved my family into three rooms and we began our big adventure.
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