01-20-2004, 03:01 AM
I have electric stuff. Stoves. Yes. A double oven in the wall. Electric. Dishwasher. I have all that crap. Electric stoves are poo. Baking bread and the like is so much better in wood burning stoves. I have a washer and a dryer. The dryer seldom sees any use. Clothes feel softer and smell better when air dried. Central heat and air in both the house and the barn. (Barn houses some sensitive sick animals that need a stable temp on occasion)
I have my own water supply, my own well, and someday, I would like to unhook from the power company completely. If I can figure out a way.
While my home has modern appliances, it's not a modern home. It started out as a log cabin over 100 years ago, has been rebuilt a time or two, and had a large addition added on made from rock and mortar. The stone walls are about 2 feet thick, the wood section has logs about a foot thick. The entire house is sunk three feet down into the ground. Modern homes? Bah. Humbug even. Some times the best way is the old way. Look at all those folks out in the South West making homes from mud and rocks again :)
I have my own water supply, my own well, and someday, I would like to unhook from the power company completely. If I can figure out a way.
While my home has modern appliances, it's not a modern home. It started out as a log cabin over 100 years ago, has been rebuilt a time or two, and had a large addition added on made from rock and mortar. The stone walls are about 2 feet thick, the wood section has logs about a foot thick. The entire house is sunk three feet down into the ground. Modern homes? Bah. Humbug even. Some times the best way is the old way. Look at all those folks out in the South West making homes from mud and rocks again :)
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."