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Money Descending a Staircase

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Okay.  This is a room in my old house. It is the (only) access to the basement.  You can glimpse, slightly, the old stone steps and the granite wall as you descend.  This would once have been outdoors, but at sometime in the past (who knows when? The house was built in 1768) a room was added that incorporated this cellar access.

The furnace, as we all know, is in the basement.  Every year I have the furnace cleaned and serviced in the fall.  Last fall they told me that I would be needing a new oil tank in the not-too-distant future because the old one was rusting, and of course you don't want to wait till it rusts through and dumps hundreds of gallons of oil into the basement.. So this spring I called them and told them to install a new oil tank when I arrived in early June, for the summer.

They came to look over the situation, measured,  and ascertained that they could not get a new oil tank down there because the opening was not large enough.

There are these moments---last winter, when my well collapsed and I was told that I needed a new well
drilled, was another---when I think: Oh the hell with it. I'll burn the house down.

But I underestimate Yankee ingenuity and determination.

They decided to put in two smaller tanks, and connect them to each other. (Then, to get the old one out, they would cut it into pieces and take it out piece by piece)

Oil tank guys

Here they go, with Tank #1.  (You can see Alfie being ever-helpful in a supervisory capacity)

Both tanks are now in, though they haven't yet removed the older, bigger one.

I love these guys.

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ojimenez Monday, 29 November 1999

Snow can be such a
four-letter word.
Today, however, Bob Schieffer, from one of the Sunday news programs, had a little monologue to close his segment about how we should try to remember how wonderful it was when we experienced the first snow fall as children: school is closed, sledding, building snow men, snow forts and snow ball fights! (a perspective we lose as adults)
I kept thinking about his message as I picked up my shovel and stared at the several square feet of driveway waiting for me.
Suddenly, my daughter came out of the house and dared me to do a belly flop on the blanket of snow! It looked so inviting, I did! I loved it! She followed!
We played, and laughed for a while.
Shoveling snow afterwards, was a cinch. The snow had never felt lighter and softer, and the pesky square feet of driveway felt like square inches.
Snow, such magical stuff!

Krista Monday, 29 November 1999

Okay...you two are making me miss snow. I told my husband I'm going on Facebook to see which one of my northern friends wants to trade houses next holiday season. We've got soft sand:)

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