Well. Ahem. There was, um, a LOT OF STUFF left at the new place. The listing agent had said that the seller “just moved out” the first of February. Maybe we forgot to ask which year?
Picture this (and you can see for yourself, although the pics for this week’s episode were taken shortly after we started; so just imagine even MORE STUFF):
A 900 square foot house, two rooms. We’re not counting the half-assed lean-to attached to the back that served as a utility room. That sucker is coming down, as soon as we can manage. There are three decks; the one to the left we’ll call the “kitchen deck,” because the door leading inside is right next to the pantry. The front deck is, of course, on the front, with a door leading inside to the open living area, and the side deck is off the bedroom/bath—but it’s connected to the front deck. All are covered, mostly, and the kitchen deck has a ramp instead of stairs.
All three decks were covered with plastic planters, as well as few clay ones, and large plastic buckets. Also plastic gallon ice cream containers. Also No. 10 cans, empty. Well, empty of their original contents. Most were now filled with rocks. Not good rocks. Not interesting rocks. Just rocks. Some planters had rocks, most had dirt. One had empty root beer cans and dirt. Hmmm.
Also discovered on the decks were an aquarium, a restaurant corner book AND table, boxes, rags, trash, plastic chairs, dog dishes (plural, several times over), and a few other assorted odd things. Crap, that is.
I’m happy to report that, while the booth and table are still there—we’re actually just wondering if it’s an illusion—the rest has made its happy way to the barn or the dumpster or the junk pile.
We have a BIG junk pile . . .
Now, let’s step inside. It’s okay. You can come in. We have latex gloves and dust masks and lots of bleach. Lots.
In the living area, there are two falling-apart recliners, an electric organ, an entertainment center. Also a VHS player, complete with tapes, a ton of Jehovah’s Witness material, cassettes, a CRT monitor, a practically new printer, keyboard, mouse. Also evidence of other mice. Quite a bit, but also a lot of mouse poison. And traps. Empty, thankfully. Oh, and ton of wadded-up newspaper, and dust, and trash. A lot of trash.
Good thing we bought a huge box of contractor trash bags.
The cabinets were full of junk, old dishes, home-canned items, spices, and cake mixes. Yes, you read that right. Also a lot of dog meds, wormers, etc. And some people meds. Nothing in the fridge, which surprisingly did NOT smell, but the freezer . . . Blech.
Slip through the bathroom doorway—no actual door, yet—and you’ll see the same kind of crap. Meds, personal care items, a shelving unit in the shower, the toilet in a couple pieces—not trashed, just apart—and bubble bath, dog food, dead plants, perfume, makeup, and more trash.
Walking through the bedroom/bath area, you’ll find more of the same. And a couch. Ick. And a mattress on top of a homemade platform bed. And more crap on top of that. Shoes in the closet. And hangers. Lots of hangers.
And now? Cleaning, Round One, complete.
I say “round one,” because no way anything is going in that house until I have at least one more cleaning spree in there. No way.
We arrived Friday, early afternoon. We finished the house Sunday, late afternoon.
Now, just to be clear, we did a few other things:
Saturday morning, 8:30, 30 degrees, we hiked half the property and narrowed down the possible campsites to two locations.
We got the well turned on and working—sadly, the connection on top of the hot water tank was loose, so that icky lean-to got a quick shower. On the plus side, it sure didn’t hurt anything . . .
We also had a gate and some lumber delivered, and then returned said gate for a bigger one. And we sampled every fast-food restaurant in town.
There aren’t many.
And we got in some target practice.
No, not at the neighbor’s chickens. Oh, he has guineas too. Ick. BIG ick. And a rooster that crows ALL THE TIME.
And we made a lot of plans. A lot. And a lot of lists.
But in the end, we can’t wait to go back!
Roosters are good to eat if you cook them slowly. Just saying… 😀
Though getting started sounds like a lot of work, it must be fun on some level.
Haha – I’d be more than happy to cook that one!
Oh yes, the fun part: shooting, the pond, and Dennis is looking for an ATV…
Wow, Robin, it really doesn’t look bad ‘sans garbage ‘ ! Looks pretty decent in fact. What a pile of work, and well done “:) Congratulations, great start! “:) Guinea fowl are somewhat like turkeys. Good to eat “:D
Looks like the cleaning made a huge difference already. And that tub area? Is that just out in the open like that? Interesting view.
Oh my! That is a lot. *BUT*, the clean pictures are great! It really looks like a beautiful home. I love the tub!
I know – I’m pretty excited about that tub too! I have to keep telling myself “work in progress,” but man, it seems like it’ll take a really, really long time!
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So, did all that garbage go in a large burn pile or did you have to rent a dumpster?
We have a dumpster for now. Thought long and hard about the size, and probably should have gone with the enormous trailer with a one-time dumping fee, since the one we got is full. Plus, we have a pile in the barn and a lot of stuff, the big pieces, still outside. They’re giving us a quote this week on removal of those. And there are several dump sites around the place, so we’ll just have to do a bit at a time. Next visit, we can burn since we got the water turned on yesterday.