I spilled a little blood in the kitchen today, so the Mill Creek house is officially inaugurated!
There is something primal and manly about bleeding all over your work. 😀
I’m feeling overwhelmed. As I walk through the place, I see more and more things that need attention. I can see my “honey do” list stretching into years, into infinity. Things are literally falling apart as I touch them. I really don’t know how the sellers managed to keep so many things precariously balanced while we did the walk through, but they did.
Now, the dishwasher cannot be opened without removing tiles from the counter top (it opened fine on inspection day for the Home Inspector), and underneath – VOILA! – advanced dryrot.
The cabinet hinges below the sink were so corroded that one of the doors fell off in Camile’s hand. Apparently, the previous owners slopped so much water down the front of the cabinets, for such an extended period of time, that the nickel plated steel hinges corroded into complete collapse.
I’m not worried – I know how to fix everything that is wrong, I’m just concerned about the amount of time it will take to stomp all of these ants.