A lot has happened since last I wrote. First of all, we closed on the house. It’s ours! All went fine at the closing, no problems at all. And then, the day after we closed, my contractors Fred and Blair, who are quickly becoming some of my favorite people, did this…
Bye bye, smelly awful old carpets! They’re gone, baby, gone.
The living room had wood parquet tiles underneath the carpets that were not salvageable in the least. They were loose and warped and in awful condition. The master bedroom had carpet tiles (wha?) underneath it, one of the other bedrooms had some kind of asbestos tile (apparently not the kind we need to worry about– and in any case, they’re gone now), and the other bedroom had some other kind of vinyl tile (again, in terrible condition) underneath the carpet. Bizarre. In one 1300 sq ft house, we had a whole plethora of completely unusable flooring.
So they ripped it all out down to the subfloor, and then, they did this:
Yeah baby!! Now that’s what I’m talking about!! Bye bye, wall that blocked all the light from the front window. Hello, open concept kitchen/living room/dining room. Nice to meetcha.
SO MUCH BETTER.
Fred and Blair seem to get a kick out of me whenever I walk in after they’ve completely demolished something and I say, “Wow, that looks fantastic!!” Somehow, demo just doesn’t scare me.
Budget, however, does.
(Please dear lord baby jesus, let this rental property in Austin sell so that we have a bit more funds to afford all the stuff we want to do!)
And last, but not nearly least, unfortunately, this also happened…
So sad! But I can’t say I didn’t see this coming.
I still don’t know the story, but I suspect the story may involve our neighbors, a large quantity of liquor, and inadequate tools. We had heard from the seller’s agent that our next door neighbors, Mike and Andrea, had said they’d like to have the deer if we didn’t want it. We met them on Saturday, and while Andrea was not very enthused at the idea of taking the deer, Mike was keen. Wanted it for his backyard. We said sure, come get it whenever he wanted. Then the next day, we went back by the house and it was in pieces by the front curb. There are some deer pieces in our trash can and a big piece of rebar that’s still sticking out of the ground where the deer had stood. It looks like someone tried to move it and it completely came apart. It was rooted into the ground with blocks of cement so it was not an easy transport. Oh well. Can’t wait to hear what went down, and I kinda wish we had been there to witness it.
But here’s what the front of the house looks like with no deer…
SO MUCH BETTER. Bye bye, life-sized concrete deer! You’ll live on in infamy! Onwards and upwards. More soon…
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