Even though the garage (also called “The Middle Barn” to distinguish it from The Big Barn and the Future Donkey Shed) is lower on the priority list than, say, having a flushing toilet, it’s still guaranteed some attention before too long because the big gaping holes in the siding is one of those little items the appraiser took issue with.
I mean, I’d like to be pissed about that, but the truth is, she has a point.
I was hoping this would be one of those projects I could tackle on my own next summer, but all-in-all I’m not going to complain about having a nice place to store my tools sooner rather than later.
This structure is actually similarly sized to the would-be Hillside Cottage, just without the dormers and living space on the second floor. That means it has a decent workshop area in the back…
And a two car garage on the front.
With new siding (I’m thinking of doing T1-11 with “battens” to look like board and batten siding) one new garage door on the shop area, and one of the “car” garage doors hooked up to an actual motor, this place will be good to go for a while.
This weekend I took advantage of the nice weather and got a start on hauling some of the junk out to the dumpster. You guys remember these things, right? I almost kept them out of nostalgia, but in the end they had to go.
I even did a little exploring in the loft area, and, well… I found something.
Something that can really only be described like this. (Warning: Not pretty.)
I was fairly calm on camera but about 0.05 seconds after I shut it off I hauled ass out of the loft. Listen, I know you don’t hear about killer flies as a rule, but I’m just saying… a million of anything in one place is bad news.
After a little investigating downstairs I think I might have figured out where the plague came from. I noticed something in the garage that looked suspiciously like, uh, animal parts.
And then I realized that the huge cluster of garbage bags in this corner…
Actually contain food items. And apparently bones from a T-Rex.
I found out from the neighbor that the previous owner used to burn all of his garbage in holes in the back yard, so I don’t know if this is somehow related to that, or perhaps to whoever came in and “winterized” the house.
Either way… um, yuck.
But it’s just another job for the ol’ haz-mat suit, I guess.