In Which Drywalling Skill is Discussed

I'm already out of time, but blogspot just ate my post, so I have to recount it in briefer form.

We had mold behind our stove; we cut it out. Jason is posing next to the hole.


I later cut it bigger so I could put in a nice piece of drywall and attempt to mud and tape.


Note the bubble on the right hand side. That seems unavoidable with the paper tape, so the lesson here is to use the mesh tape instead.

Need to do some roofing this weekend; more details as they become available.

Peace!

How our Living Room Looks

Dear Reader,

Perhaps you are wondering how our living room looks right now. I don't blame you. With all the remodeling news we've posted, you might be confused about how we survive in such a war zone. It's time you were allowed to see the state of our home.




Annie thanks you for visiting, as she speaks on our stylish phone. Note that it is cordless. We are living in the future.

Pro 24:3-4 - Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established: And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.

Yesterday was the Before...

...and this is the Somewhat Later. I really hope this isn't the After. Well, to contrast with the shots in yesterday's post, here are a few of how the garage room looks now.


Please note that the level of the debris is lower now. The box towers have definitely been taken down a notch.


There really is an airyness to the whole place now. You can move through it!


Much of the furniture that cluttered this room earlier now resides in a more appropriate arrangement. I have pictures of that, too, which I'll post tomorrow.

As for now, I gotta run and help a friend with his own home project.

Peace!

Pictures

When we moved in to the house, we were still working on the floors. This left the garage bedroom the only place to deposit our possessions. We then departed for a weekend, and when we returned, we took photographs of our tightly packed storage area.


Upon entering the garage room from the living room, one notices a bed frame on the wall to the right and a DVD player immediately ahead. What's that on the left? Let's turn a little...


Ah! Now we see that the pedestal for the dinner table is sitting on top of our mattresses and boxed springs! In the right half of the shot is another table, turned upside down because it would fall down otherwise.


Looking a little closer in the far corner, much is revealed. Hygiene products, for example. And a lamp. Is that a doorway in the background?


Indeed it is! If one uses discernment, he may see past the bookcases and the upturned coffee table to behold that the utility room beyond houses our couch, a desk, and a window. Somehow, I failed to mention the cardboard boxes. I guess they're more like the tapestry over which this whole melodrama unfolded.

This was about two weeks ago. Things are much different now. The floors are done in the living room, bedrooms, and bathroom. Our furniture is out and in use. The garage room now allows safe passage without fear of brigands or rockslides. Perhaps I'll put up some pictures tomorrow to show the transformation.

The Fallujah Plan

Well, we had begun thinking about how to manage the purchase of a home, and we had the aforementioned restriction on price. At first, all the homes in our price range were either
a) far away from town (job, church, friends, etc.)
or
b) in severely crime-ridden parts of town.

The thought occurred to us to go ahead and live in a crime-ridden part of town. This is the Fallujah part of the plan. We'd buy the cheapest house possible and save up all the money we'd spend on rent until we could move up to a house in a nicer neighborhood. Of course, the only way to survive would be if there were like-minded people filling up the houses in the vicinity. Then we had a thought:

What if we found an area with lots of houses for sale and convinced our friends to buy a cluster of houses with us, and we'd live in a debt-free utopian community with a touch of crime in the background?

We never really got that community-building effort off the ground. Probably the main reason was because we found a goldmine of cheap houses without a great deal of crime in an older, outlying region of town. What was that like? Perhaps I'll explain next week.

But if the whole cluster of houses in utopia sounds good, there are a couple for sale on our street...

Pro 27:10 - Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, forsake not; neither go into thy brother's house in the day of thy calamity: [for] better [is] a neighbour [that is] near than a brother far off.

The Search Started

So, yesterday I explained why we started looking at CHEAP houses. When you're trying to find a place that you can pay cash for, and you're on one income to begin with, the pickings are pretty slim. However, we managed to find some interesting places in our price range.

Take, for example, a 1300 square foot home with garage, all set for central heat and air, two bedrooms, picture looks nice, for just slightly more than we had available. Sounded like a good deal! We called a real estate agent (pretty much at random) and we set up a showing for a few houses in this area.

That was a bit of an eye-opener. The garage? The door was not working. The back door out of the garage had been forced, and was now just boarded up. The walls were a mess, the electrical was so-so, and that central air conditioning had vanished. Someone had stolen it. And the facade didn't look as good in person as the picture showed.

And this was several steps up from the place next door. In fact, most of the neighborhood showed either run-down or uninhabited houses. Bars were on windows. Spray paint was on many of the abandoned areas.

Three houses, one afternoon, all pretty much the same story. We couldn't stomach the idea of living in that particular neighborhood, especially if we didn't know anybody. But this experience helped us to formulate the finishing touches to what we had begun calling the Fallujah plan. Later on, I'll explain it in its fullness.

Backstory

Well, this is the period where I need to spice things up if this blog will remain interesting. We're mainly just unpacking, and Annie has a bit of a head cold, so house progress is slow. However, in our first post we promised a little bit of backstory, so here you go.

We were married in September of 2005. After our honeymoon, we moved to Tulsa and began living in an apartment. Our residence in that location continued until last month. We began considering the house option a while back, and we actually started looking about a year ago.

The consideration period was lengthy, and we dwelled on many themes. One of these was debt. I'll quote the verse of the day early:

Proverbs 22:7 - The rich ruleth over the poor, and the borrower [is] servant to the lender.

So debt is a freedom issue. Now, we don't condemn mortgages, but if we could find a way to own a house without a loan, we'd be ahead of the game. If finances were super lean for a long time, we'd still have a place to live, free and clear. We'd no longer be servants to our landlord, and we wouldn't be engaging in new servitude to a bank or mortgage company. So we started looking at CHEAP houses.

The search had many perilous challenges, too many to relate in one post. Later on, I'll tell the story of our first outing.

Showers

If your olfactory sense is operating normally, you probably already knew that we haven't taken showers since we moved in. Well, we bathed, so I hope you didn't really smell us. But there were some obstacles to overcome before we could shower. I explained in earlier posts how we needed to get the floor fixed, the window trim replaced, the whole place cleaned, the window trim painted, sealed, and caulked, and I related that the towel rack was up. We also had to hang a shower curtain, and we decided to go with faux wood blinds in the window as a privacy solution. That's all done now, and now we can shower. It's so nice. The advantages over bathing are multitudinous. Speed, convenience, not sitting in your own filthwater. The list goes on.

Last night it rained a good deal, so you could say our house took a shower, too. Except that it is not waterproof like a person. We didn't suffer any damage, but it underscores the need to take care of the roof and seal up the utility room. And regrade the yard for better drainage, etc. Is aluminum flashing cheap?

Gen 6:17 - And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein [is] the breath of life, from under heaven; [and] every thing that [is] in the earth shall die.

[Our flood was not as cataclysmic, and I could detect no destroyed flesh.]

Notes from Underground

I said I forgot to bring my camera underneath the house with me; I remembered that I had crawlspace pictures anyway, though. Remember from the July 21st post, that Chris sacrificed half his body for the cause? We were adjusting some plywood height. Here was the final result.

Please note that Chris's eyes are not normally like that. Between the time we took the plywood off and then relaid it, this gaping hole existed in our home.

I stuck the camera down and took pictures in the four cardinal directions. To the west was the sewer pipe I mentioned.

Continuing around the circle, the view is something like this.



Now, this all looked pretty good to me. My only companions down there were a few snails. It was just a cool, sandy spot out of the sun. Like the beach, when you have an umbrella. But instead of a swimsuit, you are wearing coveralls and a gas mask, because this beach is soaked in pesticide.

Progress continued over the weekend, but I'm out of time! Peace!

Previous Occupant

Things are going swimmingly at the Claim Shanty. We are unpacking furniture and kitchen items, and I mowed my lawn at my house with my lawnmower. It took like three hours, but I had to clear a bit of jungle out of the southwest corner of the lot. There remains a large portion of the Quarter Acre Wood that will have to be beaten back another day.

Sorry I have no pictures, but I do have a story. I was preparing to patch the drywall behind the stove when I realized that the edge of the area to be patched had mold on it. After cutting out that portion of drywall, I found evidence of a previous occupant: a mouse.

How can you be sure it was a mouse? What evidence did you find?

I'm glad you asked. The evidence included a nest in the wall, which showed mousekind workmanship and scrap materials: plastic bag shred here, shirt tag there. This was pretty convincing, but what sealed the deal was his carcass. That's right. I found a dead mouse in the wall. Annie was displeased. I was a little more upbeat about it, because at least the mouse was dead. Instead of having to chase it all through the walls with a drywall saw, his deadness meant I could just clean out the wall cavity and spray the whole area with bleach water. Tonight I intend to finish patching, and then we can move the stove out of the middle of the room.

Lev 11:27 - Also whatever walks on its paws, among all the creatures that walk on {all} fours, are unclean to you; whoever touches their carcasses becomes unclean until evening.