Friday, July 11, 2025

Fixer Upper

It was a “fixer-upper”.

The small projects had turned into a major renovations once they got started, and it just got worse from there.

Before long, drywall was being torn out, floors were being torn up, and framing was being replaced.

The house with “good bones” turned out to have osteoporosis.

There was mold. There was dry rot. There were termites.

In short order, it was uninhabitable, and its owners had to live elsewhere…temporarily.

The weeks turned into months and then years.

The final repair bill was sent to the estate of the now-deceased owners.

The house had outlived them. 

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