I went by the house yesterday to get mail and to see what was going on and found this:
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| a man, sleeping on lumber on my front yard. | | |
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It was the concrete guy sleeping, totally sleeping. In fact, when I walked past on those steps, pretty close by, I said "hello? can I help you?" and the man did not wake up. I had to take a picture.
Onto demolition pix
One man, named Wilbur, is single handed-ly demo-ing my home.
There is a pile of appliances for the Second Chance charity folks to come get but they are being quite unhelpful. I wonder how it is possible for a charity organization that will receive free items to not respond to the simple request of "hey, when will you be coming by..." strange. just strange.
First floor entrance and kitchen demo-Wilbur attacking my first floor after destroying the basement. Its a bit sad to see the house in this sorry sorry state. I find it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel at the moment but I can only hang onto the hope that the completed project will make me laugh at my current despair.
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| in front of the hall bathroom |
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| where the coat closet was |
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| kitchen bench, I miss you already... |
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| where the pantry was and looking thru to the hall bathroom |
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