Now I won’t pretend like I didn’t spend quite a bit of time at the Liberty House before she was actually mine, but they were short (and cold) spurts of time where I was usually simultaneously planning my future projects and sticking pins in a voodoo doll in the shape of an appraiser.
With the record highs we’re experiencing with the weather and the fact that I’m at the Liberty House almost all of the hours I’m not working or sleeping, well, you could say we’re getting to know each other a little better these days. It seems like almost every time I walk the property I find something new and a little surprising. Sometimes it’s fun, like this…
Oh, you don’t know what I’m pointing at in my bigass pole barn? That, my friends, is a raccoon butt.
His name is Ricky. He enjoys long naps in the afternoon…
And basically any time of day.
My mom thinks I should let him stay because clearly she’s never actually encountered a raccoon that isn’t passed out 20 feet above her head. I have, and I’m not looking to repeat the experience, so I’ll be safely relocating him soon.
While digging through my rubble treasure pile I also found no less than three wheelbarrows, one of which still works, and two that can be easily fixed up. Because a girl can never have too many wheelbarrows.
For example, you never know when you’re going to be walking around your property and stumble upon what appears to be a small landfill.
So, I’m going to have to clear some of the actual junk out of there before covering over the C&DD. And now I have 3 wheelbarrows to help with the job. Look at me finding that silver lining.
I also was slightly surprised, not only by finding this skull, but by the fact that I have no problem touching what is essentially the inside of some creature’s head.
However, when it came to opening the oven and finding a tray of god-knows-how-old bacon inside… I basically had to wrap my entire arm in a plastic bag to be okay touching that tray.
So that’s apparently my own personal line in the sand regarding things that make me want to gag. And don’t even get me started on the little surprise we found in the bottom drawer of the fridge.
I’m finding it very lucky that this house didn’t stink at all, because… ugh.
Big thanks go out to my mother who spent an entire weekend decontaminating the kitchen while I sanded the crap out of my floors.
I’m sure these won’t be the last surprises the Liberty House dishes up, and I’m just hoping the rest of them don’t involve decomposing food. Or bodies. Anything else, I can probably handle.