So this is the house when we first moved in. The house was built in 1973 by an old couple with no children when they retired… they were like 95 when they died, and while they took fantastic care of the house, I don’t think they ever replaced anything, with the exception of the master bath shower, the refrigerator, the kitchen faucet, and the dishwasher…. really. We have our work cut out for us, but we got a decent deal and nothing’s damaged, it’s just… really oldschool.
An upside of buying this house(in addition to getting the house) is it helped to rekindle my dad and my relationship. We were always on speaking terms but even though we live 15 minutes apart, never made the time to see each other. He and his wife, Kim, came and helped out a lot and it’s been nice to have them around. Here he is, staying up til 11 on a week night, doing a magnificent job of edging, not a simple feat against popcorn!
Here’s Craig helping
And my kitchen all cluttered with alcohol, knives, some of Kim’s beautiful mums, and painting supplies