Hey all.
I’m home now, enjoying the affections of my pets and my nice dry, entire, functioning home and thanking all that is good in the world that I no longer have to use a port-a-potty.
In case you were curious about what I looked like, here’s a pic:
More pics and commentary below the fold.
Here’s the office in the second house we worked on as we found it on the first day; someone else had already started the house:
Those doors hide a closet that was stuffed, absolutely stuffed, with winter clothes, holiday decorations, Mardi Gras costumes, a wedding dress, luggage, wrapping paper, etc. All still wet, all full of black mold. A wool sweater disintegrated as I pulled it out of the closet. Oh, did I mention the nearby benzene spill?
And to the left of the doors was a pantry. Why, yes, canned goods can rust through and explode.
This office was a conversion from the garage, which at least made it easier to get the crap out and get air in. It also gave us an opportunity to use the sledgehammer to knock out the false walls and false floors.
To give you an idea of how high the water sat in this neighborhood for some time, here’s a photo of a dead fish we found stuck to the wall:
That white strip at the bottom is the top of the door frame.
And here’s how we left it at the end of the first day:
Note the safe on the right side. That was to the right of the closet in the first pic.
And here’s how we left it on the last day, with the safe off the right margin:
And here’s how we left the house at the end of the day:
