Tough house today. Our crew leader, who has gutted quite a few houses, said it was the most difficult one she had seen yet. There were all kinds of appliances and heavy objects --- three or four refrigerators, five mattresses --- a bathtub full of fetid, acidic black water, rotting floor boards, about five dead rats, and so many other things. There were lots of dolls, and there was a valentine, with a big heart drawn in red crayon, caught up on a chandelier. Of course, there were the usual moments of satisfaction (kicking a door off its hinges, knocking a cieling fan down with a plunger, punching through walls), but there was just something draining and dark about this particular residence and its surrounding neighborhood (the worst any of us had seen.) Even more, we never met the owner, and had none of his enthusiasm or optimism to guide us. We did not finish this downer of a house; a gas leak forced us to leave.
Gutting houses makes one think of all their own possessions, and how many useless things we have cluttered in our rooms, and how it means simply more to clean up and throw out. So many things I own, in hindsight, just seems needless now...
Hopefully we will gut again tomorrow, if the weather allows.
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