Adventures in flipping
A's last grandparent passed away just before Thanksgiving, and left the house to her son, A's father. The house stood in once a very prominent middle class neighborhood that has, in the last twenty years... much more prevalently in the last 10, fallen into disrepair. So, we have been invited to move into A's parent's house.
They are all moving into the houses in which the were raised.
The problem with the house we are moving into is that, like the neighborhood, it has fallen into disrepair itself. We are painting the whole place, tearing down a dilapidated shed in back, and replacing carpet that has been urine stained by a series of small, hyper dogs.
When I say we, I mean I.
I was told Friday, that the painting (that had yet to be really started) had to be done by Tuesday. Should be no problem, but I have limited rollers (meaning I have to wash them out to after every use) and limited trays. My wife and her mother have both found excuses (mostly valid) as to way the could not help. I worked very hard this weekend, because I had come to logical conclusion "no way in hell", but I hate to disappoint people. I really do.
and it is still not going to be done. I am hurt. Every part of me (especially my lower back, knees, shoulder, and elbows). My throat is sore from the fumes of the primer.
oh well, back to work.
On a positive note, home renovation is one job off the list of things I'd like to be when I grew up.
They are all moving into the houses in which the were raised.
The problem with the house we are moving into is that, like the neighborhood, it has fallen into disrepair itself. We are painting the whole place, tearing down a dilapidated shed in back, and replacing carpet that has been urine stained by a series of small, hyper dogs.
When I say we, I mean I.
I was told Friday, that the painting (that had yet to be really started) had to be done by Tuesday. Should be no problem, but I have limited rollers (meaning I have to wash them out to after every use) and limited trays. My wife and her mother have both found excuses (mostly valid) as to way the could not help. I worked very hard this weekend, because I had come to logical conclusion "no way in hell", but I hate to disappoint people. I really do.
and it is still not going to be done. I am hurt. Every part of me (especially my lower back, knees, shoulder, and elbows). My throat is sore from the fumes of the primer.
oh well, back to work.
On a positive note, home renovation is one job off the list of things I'd like to be when I grew up.