Prep Monday—The Farm


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.

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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.

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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 . . .

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Now, let’s step inside. It’s okay. You can come in. We have latex gloves and dust masks and lots of bleach. Lots.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Practically indescribable.

And now? Cleaning, Round One, complete.

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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.

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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!

 

 

 

 

Prep Monday—Making Lists


Good Lord, this is overwhelming! It doesn’t help that I’m trying to finish a new novel and run a business, as well as keep the home fires burning and all that, but every time I think of the new farm, I get a little panicky over everything that needs to be done. Not much, but a little.

The problem, of course, is that when that happens, I tend to freeze up and just sit with my thoughts jumping all over the place.

The solution, on the other hand, is that I’m a compulsive list-maker and super-efficient. I guess it balances out . . .

On Friday, we closed on the farm. Easiest and shortest closing EVER. We each signed in two places, I handed them a check, and we were done!

Then we drove out there—our agent had never seen the place, except in pictures, and we needed to see how large a dumpster to have delivered. Conclusion: a really BIG one.

Having been out there, once, we knew there was a lot of stuff. A lot. But we were hoping the auctioneer would have gotten rid of a lot more than he did. Starting to wonder if he actually sold anything at all.

Went back into town and checked out the local lumberyard. Have a ton of stuff to order, and here’s the beauty of small towns: the guy said, oh, no, we don’t like to take credit cards over the phone, you just wait until the order comes in, so you can make sure it’s what you really want. Wow!

He sent us out to a farm store, which we never found, but we did come across a tool and heavy equipment rental place. Nice! So the guy’s two brothers-in-law live near our new place, and he grew up there too, and he went to school with the listing agent . . . and on and on! Plus, he gave us a couple names for small engine repair, and I’m sure he’ll have a lot of other info for us too, down the line.

We’re still going ‘round and ‘round with the electric co-op. Sheesh. Slow. The dumpster should be delivered in a few days. Still waiting for the insurance agent to call me back—he’d said Thursday, but no. Not Friday either. Sigh.

So, the lists. We have to call the lumberyard by 4:00 p.m. Tuesday, in order for our stuff to be in by Thursday; otherwise, we have to wait another week. We’re trying, of course, to buy local as much as we can, but today we made a run to our now-local Home Depot. Naturally, a second trip will commence tomorrow—that’s how we roll.

What it comes down to, for our 4-day work weekend, is all the stuff to clean up the place and the building materials for our campsite outhouse. And the gate. And the “POSTED” signs, for sure!

Next week, Prep Monday might be a day late, but you can look forward to some before and after pics and a rundown of the completed part of this project . . .