Well….I’m home! I will catalog the process with photos later this season but right now I’m just trying to keep my head above water. The leaky roof has finally been replaced, which took forever due to the horrible weather we have been having. As it stands it became the least of my issues once I got here.
First – OMG what a bunch of effing weirdos these people were! And a disgusting mix of dirty, nasty living folk on one side and hoity-toity very privileged on the other. LOL it was a goddamn sad comedy. First, the woman that was living in the house did not own it. Her brother oversaw a “Trust” that actually owned the house. I later found out that 13 years ago she and her ex purchased the farm IN CASH for a hefty amount. Then proceeded to have a failed boarding business, a failed relationship business (resulting in her having to buy him out of his half of the value and hence the formation of the Trust administered by her brother, who fronted the money and decided to retain control). Then, she just literally let everything roll downhill into the shit pile of a mess that I was able to purchase for about ½ of what they slapped down. So, that should give some indication of how bad it is.
Now before anyone starts feeling sorry for this greasy bitch, pllllleeeeaaaassseeeeeee….I know things are hard by yourself as I’ve been by myself for the majority of my life. I know women sometimes find themselves in overwhelming situations due to divorce. BUT, this woman came from money, her family has money, she is privileged beyond any means that I myself have ever had the good fortune to experience, is gainfully employed and by all accounts had a local support system of friends and family (other than her hoity-toity brother and his equally ridiculously self-involved wife who live in Maryland and the wife must’ve made negative references to West Virginia about 17 times during the closing). The woman who lived here is simply lazy, dirty and hasn’t the common sense to even clean a toilet every once in awhile. And if you are still feeling sorry for her, just wait until I get the pictures posted.
Anyway, I had to rent a 6-ton dumpster to clean out the house and barn. I loaded about 4-tons of shit in it by myself. Goodbye and many prayers of forgiveness begging to Mother Earth for every bit of it had to go in the landfill. I don’t understand how people live like this. There is also a bunch of metal to be hauled away. My sister-in-law is working on that. Around here you have a good number of people who are hurting for cash and will sometimes take it off your hands in order to turn it in for money. But, you have to be careful of who you invite onto your property.
My girlfriend and I have been cleaning room by room from top to bottom. Her mom has helped us out on a couple of days. She got a first coat of paint on the front room of the basement last week. My brother re-plumbed my dishwasher hook-up, put a receptacle in for my dryer (they had it jacked directly in to the breaker box) and is going to rewire the pump house for me so it is a little more safe and convenient. My dad and I demolished a wall in the basement yesterday. My idea is to have part of it as a small partition separating the washer/dryer area from the “cat room” where the litter boxes are. There is also a good bit of storage space in the cat room with shelving so it will become where holiday decorations, crafting supplies, etc. are kept. Everyone has helped me out so much it is like a trip home really. I remember people helping people when I was growing up. People don’t do this stuff in my former place of residence.
The house. OMG the house. So disgusting I could not even stay there the first couple of nights and instead slept in my brother’s spare room. It smelled of wet dog, pee and shit. Obviously she just let her dogs do whatever, wherever they wanted. The cabinets were SO FULL of grease that I had to use automotive degreaser to clean them. Grease coated the walls, the cabinets…there was a light with a fan above the stove and when we took it down and were dismantling it the blades were stuck even after we removed the screws. Held in place by grease and thirteen years of grime! I ripped out carpet and linoleum. I am still waiting for flooring to come in so half the house is just plywood floor. I am also still fighting the smells although with each thing we clean it gets a little better. The ceilings will need painted. Even they are covered in a layer of “we just live like pigs” grit.
It will be a very long and heavy workload process. Right now it seems like every time I turn around some other plumbing fixture that was completely, inappropriately installed or “fixed” by these dumb fuckers is leaking. I estimate it will take two to three years to even get the house into the condition that I want it due to time and funding.
Then, there is the barn and field. We are desperately figuring out fencing. Some is salvageable. She had her horses in a very small area and was keeping them in it via that cheap electric tape fence. Not gonna work and not even an option in my opinion. Fence building is a dying art even in the country. No one wants to work anymore it seems but I do have some numbers I’m calling this weekend. I feel like if I can get someone to at least put up a perimeter, even if it is smaller than the whole field we intend to allow them in, I can get them here and THAT is my main goal right now. Then, we can work on the larger field over the next couple of months.
The barn is actually awesome. Once it was cleaned out from the piles and piles of junk there are good bones to work with. One side of the roof needs repaired but overall it is solid and OMGosh the room! The barn is bigger than the house. Maybe I could live in the loft and be close to the horses? LOL.
She also left two barn cats (which she was supposed to take) behind and my first thought is to re-home them to another farm. They are nice cats. But, the other night Obi got in a huge fight with one of them (prior to this I thought they were all actually getting along) and I saw him spray outside the house on a bush this morning. Obi’s MO is that when he is stressed he sprays. Most times, his medication and our behavioral modification plan (which includes loads of attention and reassurance) will follow through and he’ll do this outside. But, there is always the chance that he’ll lose it and decide to spray a door (his most common victim) on the inside. THEN we have big trouble. I can even tell in the litter box when he is getting stressed because if he is happy-go-lucky the pee spot is completely in the litter (he squats, in other words). If he is slightly stressed he will get some on the sides of the box. I have always had to use tall, plastic storage boxes with a door hole cut into them for litter boxes with him for this reason.
Now, other than all that (lol) my little Lord Satan is loving his farm! OMGosh he spends more time in the barn than in the house, he comes home covered in hay and dirt and seems super happy. On warm nights he absolutely refuses to come in, sleeping in the hay loft instead. I snapped some pics of him the other day in the loft, surveying his kingdom. Lilly is still deciding but I think she is cool with it for the most part. This is only the second place she has ever lived. Rowdy, well, wherever mom is, he is good.
So far, I’m fine with the aloneness. Sometimes I think how odd it is that it is so quiet in terms of human noise. You will hear a vehicle out on the road once in awhile (there are four or five houses further up the road from me and two driveways before mine). I hear cows and loads of birds and peeper frogs. I heard coyotes last week on the only night it was actually warm enough to have the windows open. The coolest part is that in between my farm and the organic farm there is a cemetery, which I have yet to explore but cannot wait to do so.
Most of the issues with isolation will happen in the Dark Season. Winter has a way of robbing me of my belief in myself. It will be difficult to combat.
So that is how it stands. At some point this farm is going to need a name. Remember it will be my home, a home for my horse and a sanctuary as well. I’m completely not feeling creative right now so suggestions are welcome!