By the time we reach San Angelo, we've been living out of suitcases, sleeping on the floor, staying in hotels, driving cross country, and shacking up with relatives for 11 weeks.
Eleven. Weeks.
And the first thing we do, is check into another hotel. The house is uninhabitable.
Even if the HVAC worked (often gets a chilly 28 F at night in west Texas), the videos don't capture the corners chewed on by dogs, holes in the wall board, water damage to the wood floors patched with plaster, broken windows, rotten casements and sills, tiles falling from the ceiling, and broken fixtures in every room.
The keys to garage doors were missing; the front door did not lock; and there were a kazillion staples in the walls, window frames, and ceiling (no clue why). The yard, front and back, is a series of piles of leaves liberally studded with poop from very large dogs. I'd hose off in the backyard before i'd set a single toe in the bath/shower. The kitchen counter was crusted in years of food and grease and... ugh!
So much of this is cosmetic or merely inconvenient and easily remedied, no? Then there is the stench. A stench so ... bad that i just got up and took a shower. Not said for comedic effect, i really did.
Imagine feeding a man beans and cabbage for a month, coating his body with rancid bear fat, rubbing him down with a three-week dead raccoon, staking him out in sun, and letting baboons piss on him. That is what the house smells like.
That said, let's look at some video!
This walks you though the living room and three bedrooms:
This is the bathroom:
This walks you through the living room, kitchen, and family room:
We can't pay for hotels until the house is livable, so we will have to get an apartment.
Let's go find one!
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