Oh. My. God.

We finally got access to the house across the street yesterday. While not quite as bad as I feared it could have been, it's pretty fucking nasty. Truck loads of garbage (some unidentifiable objects that will require the use of respirators and haz-mat suits - I'm only half kidding), plenty of cosmetic fluffing, and a bit of structural modifications, new floors, new kitchen, and two baths - but all in all very doable.

But dear god almighty, the filth. I have no idea how people can live in such nasty, dilapidated conditions. Really, just a hint of pride can make a huge difference, but these people didn't give a shit. Not about themselves, their home, their neighbors, the neighborhood. And the smell. It's enough to make you gag.

Did I mention the train room? Yes, the old man was quite the hobbiest. An entire 18x18 room with villages, mountains, trestles, rivers, teeny tiny trees and people... Amazing. Simply amazing. I don't know a thing about trains. I guess there are different scales or something, but I don't know how to tell.

The room has a separate entrance from the rest of the house so I'm betting that the renters did not have access to this room, otherwise they would have stripped it and sold it. I have no idea what to do with it. We'd have to cut it up into small sections to even get it out of the room. I don't know... I don't even know if it's worth anything. Any train people out there? I know some people go gaga over that shit. Any ideas? I don't want to do eBay - there's no way to ship it. Pennywise maybe?

We've got a slew of inspections today, and oh yeah, I have some work to do, so I'll be sure to get some pictures up by tomorrow.