The Haus Frau and Dictator for life can be a very persuasive woman..
I liken the Mid Ohio Valley in the summer time as Hells own sauna. Bumping into the mid 90*s with humidity better suited to a tropical rain forest, the valley can keep you hugging the AC vents at home. Years ago we beat the heat boating on the Ohio and Little Kanawha rivers. My last few years in my lead up to retirement I’d lived and worked in Preston Co WV. I really enjoyed the mountains. Cool clean air, mild summers and enough snowfall to keep most flat-landers snowbirding in warmer climes.
When it came time to sell the house, and take up full time residence in Lower Babylon, I resigned myself to the fact I’d probably never be back.
“Though the winds of change may blow around you, but that will always be so”. Well, the winds of change were indeed blowing.
Ms Revenge: “Let’s go to the mountains for a month”.
Me: “Now pumpkin, you know this is the summer of Chunga. I’ve got me two sets of hands out there banging away on the Meade Hall. I couldn’t think to leave right now. I got big plans Pumkin. It’s going to be grand I tell ya. I bet you a roller dog and a slushy that “Country Living” is going to want to do a full on photo spread. Probably invite me to give a talk to their staff designers. I’ll be on Rogan before you know it. I betcha I’m going to start a trend amongst the Wall Street types, pretty soon houses all over Martha’s Vineyard will start building Meade Halls. I know King Harald of Norway is going to send me a new “Horn” and ask for my autograph”.
Adamant non-bending resolve me: “Pummy, this is going to be my moment, my crowning glory, my life’s achievement….My Magnum Opus”.
Ms Revenge: “If we go to the mountains, I’ll pay to put a porch on the Meade Hall”.
Me: “I’ll start packing now”.
OCB and NHB adding siding and cedar trim.