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The renovation fantasies are blooming, like the mold on the ceiling of my ventless bathroom. We are aggressively flirting with the idea of home improvement for the first time in our long romance with this lovely old house. Maybe we can save her, and ourselves in the process.

All these years of classic American middle-class angst — paycheck to paycheck, monster mortgage, no vacations — and…