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There May Be Hope!

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This morning I had a gentleman from my oil company come out to see what we could do to eliminate SOME of the heating oil we use. Last winter – and on into April – we used 2200 gallons. Which is astronomical. I’m not sure that’s the exact count but it is HIGH. And we weren’t even warm. Only once in a while would I raise the thermostat over 60.

So we have some hope here. We’re going to look at adding a mini-split heat pump/ac unit to the downstairs to eliminate heating the place we normally hang out. It will supplement the oil and hopefully save a bundle. We’re also going to install an on-demand hot water heater so we don’t pull water off the boiler any more. This costs around $1,000 a year just for hot water.

This will all work out if 1) the electric  company approves me putting it on my bill (whimper please) and 2) if I can sell enough stuff to pay for the installation and unit for the hot water. I need this to happen so I am going to do everything I can. Except fight the world.

And here’s an update – after the heating guy left – I went upstairs to the sewing room and threaded the serger. It worked! I now know how to do this ………….. I am so proud I didn’t give up after the first day …………..

 

 

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Author: Jennifer

I came from a family who made things. My father was a carpenter with a passion for making furniture. My mother sewed, crocheted, cooked and made a home on a shoestring. My grandmothers both quilted. As a teenager, I found batik through a wonderful art teacher who allowed me the freedom to batik yards of fabric. I then cut them up into a pattern and wore the item I made. I was ecstatic. I painted in my teens and twenties and my parents gracefully supplied me with oil paints and turpentine. When I needed an easel, my father took me to the shop where he worked and made me one. When he found unused and unwanted canvas, he brought it home and stretched it for me with wood from his shop at home. I was indulged at every step of the way. I wasn't ever told that I could not do something or that I should not do something. I was given freedom to chose my path in life. A blessed life I have lived, for sure.

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