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Today was washing windows in the garage, cleaning up the ridiculous amounts of wood and crap all over the barn, sweeping in both. Eor found three woolly bear catipillars, and wanted to keep them. :) (But on returning home and researching it we found out that adopting woolly bears in the middle of winter is really a bad idea, as they are supposed to overwinter by allowing themselves to freeze.) We also found a pewter plate that's all beat to shit. No idea if it's a modern copy - probably, we think.
Inside the house Eor changed the deadbolt on the kitchen door, which was a bitch because the hole was not quite right for the new deadbolt. While he was doing that I shopvacced the cupboards and sponged them with bleach water. The front door of the house does not have a lock that can be locked from the outside - it has the old fashioned sliding bolts, top and bottom of the door; the big, square, forged iron type of thing. I wonder what it was like in the days when you couldn't lock up your house when you weren't there?
We were not keen on the fact that the seller was able to get back in after we'd signed the papers. Because the kitchen door deadbolt presented such problems we couldn't get the locks changed as quickly as we would have liked, which meant he didn't have any trouble getting into the house to remove his piles of crap in the garage and barn. He left SO much stuff, though. A bunch of vases are going to Goodwill.
I really want to paint the inside of the cupboards white before I put anything in them. For goodness sakes, who thought it was a good idea to have the insides of the cupboards be dark red? I can't see a thing. Not to mention the kitchen is ridiculously underlit to begin with.
I was very disturbed by the amount of mouse droppings in the barn, but far more disturbed by the amount inside the cupboards in the kitchen. All our food is going to have to go in plastic containers, and there's going to have to be a purchasing of traps of some sort. I hate killing mice, and it might be unavoidable. I want to put them in a cage for the winter and release them in the spring, but Eor won't hear of it. I even went to the length of suggesting we could get a snake and feed them to the snake - that would make me feel a little better, that it wasn't ME killing them, it was sort of nature taking its course. But that suggestion met with a rather cold reception. ;)
Eor is now packing books, and I have a curry going. I'm exhausted. Oh, and I shouldn't have worried about the Clynk thing, yesterday - Shaw's in Freeport doesn't have it. I also saw a homeless person in Freeport (or at least her sign claimed she was homeless) but she was gone two minutes later when I drove by the same spot. Eor imagines the Freeport cops offered her a ride to Portland, "where there are resources."
ETA: I forgot to mention that the other thing Eor accomplished at the new house was turning the furnace settings up to the point where we can actually get hot water. The seller had jigged the settings so that the furnace couldn't really get hot, and the water wasn't hot enough to kill all those nasty bugs that can hang around in hot water tanks.
Inside the house Eor changed the deadbolt on the kitchen door, which was a bitch because the hole was not quite right for the new deadbolt. While he was doing that I shopvacced the cupboards and sponged them with bleach water. The front door of the house does not have a lock that can be locked from the outside - it has the old fashioned sliding bolts, top and bottom of the door; the big, square, forged iron type of thing. I wonder what it was like in the days when you couldn't lock up your house when you weren't there?
We were not keen on the fact that the seller was able to get back in after we'd signed the papers. Because the kitchen door deadbolt presented such problems we couldn't get the locks changed as quickly as we would have liked, which meant he didn't have any trouble getting into the house to remove his piles of crap in the garage and barn. He left SO much stuff, though. A bunch of vases are going to Goodwill.
I really want to paint the inside of the cupboards white before I put anything in them. For goodness sakes, who thought it was a good idea to have the insides of the cupboards be dark red? I can't see a thing. Not to mention the kitchen is ridiculously underlit to begin with.
I was very disturbed by the amount of mouse droppings in the barn, but far more disturbed by the amount inside the cupboards in the kitchen. All our food is going to have to go in plastic containers, and there's going to have to be a purchasing of traps of some sort. I hate killing mice, and it might be unavoidable. I want to put them in a cage for the winter and release them in the spring, but Eor won't hear of it. I even went to the length of suggesting we could get a snake and feed them to the snake - that would make me feel a little better, that it wasn't ME killing them, it was sort of nature taking its course. But that suggestion met with a rather cold reception. ;)
Eor is now packing books, and I have a curry going. I'm exhausted. Oh, and I shouldn't have worried about the Clynk thing, yesterday - Shaw's in Freeport doesn't have it. I also saw a homeless person in Freeport (or at least her sign claimed she was homeless) but she was gone two minutes later when I drove by the same spot. Eor imagines the Freeport cops offered her a ride to Portland, "where there are resources."
ETA: I forgot to mention that the other thing Eor accomplished at the new house was turning the furnace settings up to the point where we can actually get hot water. The seller had jigged the settings so that the furnace couldn't really get hot, and the water wasn't hot enough to kill all those nasty bugs that can hang around in hot water tanks.