To fully appreciate what happened tonight at the house, you’ll need a short history lesson.
Before our family purchased the house this fall, the house sat, unoccupied, for about two years. The previous owner had passed away, and his family didn’t want the house (apparently, stripping a home down to its studs and starting over is appealing to only a small percentage of the population), so our little cottage endured abandonment.
Return to present day affairs. After a month of pleading with our dumpster company to bring our big-honkin’ dumpster back (note to the green-conscious: I am trying to salvage and recycle what I can, but there’s only so much you can do with moldy, pee-stained – don’t ask me I’m just the home owner – cabinets), listening to their barrage of reasons not to deliver the big-honkin’ (it’s snowing! it’s still snowing! now the ground is soft!), they have delivered.
And so have we.
And so has the house.
We’re cleaning out the basement. There are lots of things that are bad about the basement: decades of collected, crumbling, unbaked ceramics, ranging from baby Jesus in a manger to, um, nude art that is, shall we say, not so much art for art’s sake; old paints, rusted shelves, forgotten canned foods; a spring-fed pool (yes, really) . . . and a freezer. One of those huge freezers people use to store pizzas and half-cows and things.
After a collective total of about 12 man-hours (AND woman-hours. I was there too.), in which we systematically started right next to the freezer and worked away from it, tonight, we approached the freezer.
In a moment of bravery, followed quickly by regret, my husband lifted the lid of the freezer. After about two seconds, he slammed it shut, but it was too late. The entire house filled with the smell of old meat, unfrozen for two years.
We don’t consider ourselves quitters, but . . . suddenly it was time to go home.
If you have any ideas on how to get ourselves out of this one, we’d love to hear them. In the meantime, we’ll be telling our story and trying to chuckle about it and crying ourselves to sleep at night.