The rats and mice in our neighborhood stand falsely accused. Upon further inspection, and some demolition, it has become clear that it was not the little varmints that chewed through our water line and caused all that damage, it was the big varmint. The possum did it! Who knew possums would eat water lines, and other kinds of plastic as well? He got up through the sub-floor from under the house and tried to eat through the bottom of our garden tub, which we took out because we’re not using it and would rather have the floor space in the back bathroom.
The crew is making good progress on the floor. Vinyl planking. Snap together.
The front office.
We’ve gone with a lighter color; keep it bright inside. It feels a little more modern.
In the meantime, we’re staying as much as we need to in a little park model known as the “casita” right around the corner from us.
We try to stay out of the house during the day to keep out of everybody’s way as much as possible. So far, we can still sleep in the house if we want, and make coffee in the morning. On Monday they’re going to take out another counter and disable the kitchen sink though, so we might be here in the casita a lot more after that.