Friday, March 27, 2009
This is the back deck where a generous amount of firewood is stored beneath the deck. Too bad the fireplace is gas.
Here will be a job and a half: cleaning those windows, and if there is luck, getting them to open. The bubbly young teenager who lives next door told me there was a deck fire last year at this house, and there was extensive soot and smoke damage. Ah. That explains the color of the water when washing the walls. Yellow.
The landlord was kind enough to leave this for me. He must have known how much elbow grease would be required to spend on the windows and walls. He took pity on me and was really only thinking of our convenience.