Having the inside painted
I grew up in an area about 3 hours north of New York City, and a lot of well-to-do New Yorkers had weekend homes in our rural area. My family lived in a farmhouse built in 1790 that lacked… well… there may have been plumbing in it, but if so we ripped it all out and re-did it. My parents had an amusing tale of forgetting to bank the pot-belly stoves one evening, and waking up to a room that was well over 100°F. In the course of my childhood I learned how to run electrical wire and sweat copper and even bend a little ducting and tape acres and acres of drywall. All of this is background to the observation that when, in that neighborhood, someone said “oh, yes, we&#...
