Two days into the Fixer Upper.
Walking through the house with my dad, listening to his ideas and dreams for his home, was peaceful. He is giddy about this possibilities.
Then we had to break it to him that we had to gut the whole thing. There is mold and mildew on the walls. Bugs creep across the floors.
My dad is logical.
We told him, “It would be a shame to fix it up and then realize you have a roach colony in your walls, or worse, that was overlooked.”
His eyes were sad, but he agreed.
So he rented a dumpster that was dropped off at the front of the porch.
The Kitchen demolition begins.
The kitchen. It’s always been the focal point of our home, so we started here. Heavy, old-school pine paneling on every wall. Custom built-in cabinets that have faded warped and smelled like mold.
It’s my husband and my 72-year old father.
They remove the cabinets and begin filling the dumpster.
It’s coming along.
and another view in the other direction.
They’re making real progress.
On to the pine paneling.
Which is when everything came to an abrupt stand still.
Better than real snakes, but still…
Much like Indiana Jones, neither fellow is big on snakes.
So they break and then return, pulling off the paneling one board at a time.
And keep going until they make it all the way around the kitchen.
It’s all coming out, with a lot of work.
Day 2 is now behind us.
The kitchen cabinets and walls are gone.
My dad is beaten down. He was hoping to be able to keep the insulation, but it was coated with mold and snake droppings.
Without the paneling the kitchen has more light and the potential is starting to be seen.
There’s one more wall to complete, but bodies are demanding rest.