Archives: Procedural

This should be a drawing of a can.

Mold that reminded me of frost on a window. WE began skinning the interior of the house today. I enjoy this part. It’s fast work if you don’t mind a little dust — and, in our case, quite a bit of mold. Mold can be beautiful to look at. Contrary to what some dishonest mold remediation specialists will lead you to believe, it’s relatively harmless — unless, like my wife, you are allergic to it. While no one wants it in their house, it’s often only skin deep and can be killed easily. The real problem is stopping the […]

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This should be a photo of tiny mushrooms growing from the floor.

SO we haven’t made much physical progress this week because of the rain. We’re also trying to get up to speed with a general plan to submit to the permit office but we’re still working out the basic layout of the house. Our dining room table is deep in books about plumbing, framing, contracting, craftsman homes… We’re going to start skinning the interior this week, so Sheryl and I did another inspection, and took some measurements and photos. Here are some lovely mushrooms that are growing in one of the bedrooms. The attic access is from the exterior. I […]

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Karma and the Cottage: Part 1

TONIGHT we received a phone call from our Realtor Jackie Watamura — the hardest working Realtor on the East Side — with the news that the deed on our new house recorded. By "new house" what I mean to say is "90-year-old cottage with collapsing roof, severe water damage, uneven foundation, no electric or plumbing, with busted out windows, that has become the de facto residence of most of the neighborhood's feral cat population." My wife, Sheryl and I were, of course, ecstatic. This evening ended almost a month of research, offers, inspections, faxes, notarized signatures and a flurry of banking that resulted in the liquidation of all of our retirement accounts and stocks. The process began on the last day of December, 2009, a Thursday. I got an email from Jackie informing me that the tiny, dilapidated house across the street from mine had become an REO and was being offered for a very short time by Fannie Mae. She knew that I had a history with the house and was telling me in hopes that I might know someone who wanted it. I kinda did... I ran from my garage "office" into the house to drop the news on Sheryl who, to my surprise, shared my enthusiasm. I called Jackie to get the scoop: Fannie was taking offers for one day, Monday, cash only and we had to show proof of funds. If Sheryl and I were thinking of diving in, the pool had just gotten about 20 degrees colder. We took a couple hours to calm down and think about it, then I picked up the phone, "We want it."