no more inspections

We passed the final inspection today. As far as the county is concerned, we can move in. But Betty may have another opinion - something about finishing the floors, oiling the woodwork, cleaning the windows, putting up curtains, ...whatever.

We ate our first dinner in the house last Sunday evening - it was kind of nice... lasagna cooked in an electric oven, a nice French burgundy, real cloth place settings on a folding table in front of a small fire in the newly-finished woodstove. The occasion was the day before Betty's birthday.