I closed on our property this past Monday. The next three days were spent going with my daughter to baby chemo. (Side note: baby’s big sis is having a rough time with all of this so she wants her daddy to keep her and I am happy to serve where I am needed!)
Today, my husband arrived (we still live 4 hours away) and my son in law and I greeted him from a very-much-in-need-of-pressure-washing porch, where we were getting some fresh air.
Why? Well, it may be a rumor, but I’m pretty sure the elderly gentleman who lived here just days ago actually ran out of kitty litter in June of 1999.
The carpet was the biggest giveaway.
Now don’t get me wrong- I LOVE kitty cats. I always have. I just think they should be paired up with a comfy, cozy, sparkling clean pan of Pour and Poop. It’s an amazing concept; you just pour it into the pan and no matter how long it’s been since kitty had “nature’s call”, that crazy thing will make a dash and dive in like she ate a whole bag of those sugar free chocolates that come with a warning label.
So the son in law and I were on the porch breathing in and out- a delightful thing we found hard to do in the Bog of Kitty Stench – and hubby climbs out of his truck ready to work.
Here he is in action. Bless his heart. I may owe him a shed for this.
Check out the a/c unit in that window. Gag. Not kidding. But that guy on the floor over there…. well, we don’t call him Ninja Man for nothing! He got that unit cleaned out and running as powerfully as one of those kitties to the Pour and Poop pan!
Oh dear. A zit.
And here’s my son in law Ian. I felt so bad for him sweating like that until I realized he does the same thing I do: pour water down the shirt with wild abandonment. The sight of him suffering in the heat caused me to cater to him and feed him cashews and half a banana. True story. Poor thing, I thought he was dying.
By the way, the flooring you see isn’t flooring at all but some sort of stain resistant stuff that goes between the carpet and subflooring. Let’s just say this about the power of that whole resisting stains thing: that ship sailed at least 10 cats ago.
All carpet has been removed from the pit of despair and the air conditioner is running. But that wall over there? Yeah, kitties. Well, kitties and my Ninja Man. The shredding is Kitty. The hole is Ninja. He was checking for something in the wall. He didn’t find it.
Meanwhile the floor is a total loss. We figure that the thirstiest cat on the planet couldn’t do this much damage so there had to be a leak before the roof was replaced. (Hooray for the roof!)
This next image is of my office for the day. I scrubbed in here for hours. No, not the floor. Not the stove / oven. I scrubbed the counter tops, sinks and fridge / freezer.
I also scrubbed a toilet down the hall. Only one.
The other one I plan to burn down. That will be a whole separate blog altogether. While you wait for that, let’s talk about the air freshener right there by the backpack.
You have to give someone an “A” for effort. I’m thinking it was the elderly man’s daughter who thought that tossing a Renuzit Cone of Promise into the Bog of Kitty Stench might just mask a whiff or two.
I can see her now. She pulls the Cone of Promise from her purse, cracks open the front door and flings that thing like a hand grenade. It rolls inside and just lies there.
Honestly girlfriend, you tried. We love you for that. And just know that I also saw the box of fresh baking soda in the fridge. I have never had cat hair in my fridge like this one did, but honestly, I don’t think baking soda was the answer.
Ok, so let’s take a breather and check out the bags… there’s one on the left and my backpack on the right.
The floral number (almost matches my boots-keep reading) is a thermal tote from Thirty-One Gifts. My friend Heather sells these and she should know that it’s what kept us alive on Carpet Removal Day. I filled it with bottled water and snacks, both of which I enjoyed all by myself, sitting in my car with the A/C on full blast during a break. That’s right, I didn’t bring a chair and just so you’ll know, I wouldn’t sit on that floor for
all the tea in China all the litter boxes at Walmart.
Since I travel a lot right now the backpack comes in handy for all kinds of things. It acts as an electronics pack for all my techie gear (chargers, laptop, iPad and whatever else I can stuff in there) plus doubles as a purse for chemo week. We have to pack like we’re staying for a few days just in case of something we don’t want to think about that causes us to become inpatient.
I have learned it does me no good and also makes me quite grumpy to have to carry my purse, a small lunch bag, my laptop and whatever else I can hang on my shoulder, so I have recently begun dumping my purse into the pack. While it makes the same amount of weight I carry, it is easier because otherwise I tend to use the left shoulder for every stinkin’ thing. I do not know why I do this. Purse, cooler and one strap of the backpack too. Yes, I was carrying all of that on my left shoulder.
Taking a baby to chemo makes me do stupid things sometimes. Go figure, right?
Anyway, the backpack is from Stampin’ Up, the company I rep as I demo scrapbooking and card making. Check me out HERE. The poor thing needs a good scrubbing though… I’m pretty sure there’s something in that bucket to help with that.
The kitchen. Girl, please. Seriously I can’t wait to do the “after” pix.
Have I mentioned that the trailer was a bit dirty? Let’s just cut to the chase and say “disgusting”. With respect to the gentleman who moved in with his daughter, I have to say surely, he did the best he could. He really didn’t, but I have to say it, right? I mean like, dude, flush. But I’m not going to go there. Well, I did, but now I’m not.
But with respect to me and my role as a caregiver, I put on every bit of protective gear I had (yes, that’s a hazmat suit!).
I do not like cooties over here.
I do not like cooties over there.
I do not like cooties in my hair,
I do not like cooties ANYWHERE!
On a nicer note:
Feeling it’s important to document the “real” moments of the day, we posed.
My handsome (and favorite) son in law chose the Dapper Fella posture. He does that so well, don’t you think?
And the closet beside him looks to be cedar. Well, it is… albeit the thinnest sheet you ever did see, but surely an upgrade in its day, and something the trailer salesman would get a bonus for as he promoted and sold the innovative addition.
Now y’all may be saying, “Hey. I see some pretty nice carpet there!”
Well, strange as it may seem this bedroom was never used. “Used” as in litter box OR guests. But the scent of kitties from the past linger, so OUT it went.
But like I said, we posed. So I had to get into the action.
I decided to give the “Word up, gangsta.” look a try. Yeah, there are pink floral boots up under there. There’s also a nifty pair of overalls and I’m not sure what else I was wearing. Let’s just say it was a lot of protective gear. (Ref: “cooties” from earlier.)
Ninja Man didn’t join in the whole posing thing. He was much too serious for such antics. Either that or he was overcome by the Bog of Kitty Stench and lost his sense of flair and style.
Y’all will be happy to know that the men got ALL of the carpet, padding and curtains out of the house and we are breathing well! The place smells so much better now and not at all like a litter box.
Oh what joy.
We DID decide that this place is TOTALLY a renovate job. We will live here- if only until we build later. It’s just the right size for us as long as we add a building for my studio. If we do decide to build we will decide the fate of the trailer then. It really depends on how stinkin’ cute it turns out to be!
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