My House and I Have Things In Common

Like me, my house has fallen into disrepair.

My eyesight is failing. My teeth are falling out of my head. I can’t hear a thing. I have to plead with my knees every morning simply to get them working.

My 108-year-old stone house has similar problems. It still looks good from a distance, but upon closer inspection, there’s a bit of rot to be found, a couple of doors need to be replaced, and the oven in the kitchen is kaput.

That’s a big deal.

Barb is no longer able to bake, her favorite escape from writing, and my source for cakes, pies and cookies..

I’d like to call the store where we bought th...