I hate when you first buy a house and have this super long list of things to get done and you lack the equipment and the funds to get the equipment. Like, the whole yard needs to be mowed and weed whacked. While the sellers are willing to sell us their old riding mower, I think we'll go ahead and call in a landscaper for now and buy a better mower at a later date. I just hope a good mow and weed eating doesn't cost too much. It is about an acre and a half to two acres that's cleared.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Ben brought his multi-meter over and tested the box in the picture I posted; all wires are live. So, we're kinda surprised that there's a house there at all, to be honest. All they did was take the face plate off, throw some screen over it, and mud it over before calling it good. I just shake my head at people's ignorance sometimes.
Finally got in touch with the septic company and they'll be by the house tomorrow after lunch sometime to find, dig up, pump, and inspect the septic tank. The sellers never had it pumped and they lived in the house for 10 years. Again, I shake my head.
We're probably going to have to replace the whole system in the near future since I'm pretty sure it's original to the house (1987 I believe). Some days I feel like I've become trapped in the movie "The Money Pit" and I want to just run screaming for the hills. But, considering the deal we got on the house, I'm not surprised at all by having to put this level of work (and money) into it to get it back up to snuff. I don't like it, but I'm not surprised.
That makes septic, roof, fire bricks, under house repairs, and a bunch of nitnoid nonsense like stripping horrid wallpaper to do before we're even close to being done. Thankfully, it doesn't have to all be done at one time. I have a prioritized list of things to do and will follow it unless something crazy comes up. Septic is first and foremost, and our fingers are crossed that we can squeeze at least a year or two out of the existing system before having to shell out about $10k.
Wish us luck.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Buying a house and getting it ready to move into is like having an easter egg hunt. So far we've found grubby cabinets, nasty fridge, a box with live wires in it behind a poor patch job, and roaches. We are dealing with all of this as quickly as we can while keeping in mind that we have all of August to move from one place to another. It's an adventure.
Friday, July 25, 2014
So we closed on the house.
And it was left in a pretty disgusting state, to be totally honest. Well, the fridge anyway. The sellers are nice enough people, and I imagine that with their jobs they didn't have time to move AND clean, so I'm trying to give them a little leeway. But, the fridge is just icky. Like, I need Lysol. And the fan blades in ever. single. room. were in such a state.
Ah, well. I can see that they did vacuum a bit, though.
The pink room is turning into quite the adventure. The pink paint had adhered to whatever paint was under it and they both peeled off in sheets with just a nudge of a putty knife. There is, however, now a door-sized pink patch where the paint was seemingly applied correctly.
I now have primer to add to the task of making the room a color that's not pink. (Sherwin Williams Aviary Blue, if you're curious.) But, I get to sand and wipe with damp sponges first. Otherwise the peeling will just happen again.
And clean. There must be cleaning before we can officially move in. *shudder*
Sunday, July 20, 2014
I kind of want to raise at least one piglet to eating size before I die.
But, then I remember that there is a plague of wild hogs in the South, and all I have to do for truly free-range pork is call up a friend whose husband's family traps and hunts them on their cattle farm.
And the likelihood of the little bugger escaping its pen and running off into the woods to contribute to the wild hog plague is pretty high, and what kind of responsible person would I be for letting that happen?
So, no pigs for me in the near future. Not while there's so much meat on the hoof running around. (I suppose I could reach the same conclusion with deer vs cattle, but that's a musing for another day.)