You would think I should know better by now.
In truth I do.
I admit it.
I guess it really doesn’t matter, there is just something about woodworkers, craftsman, and those of us who spend inordinate amounts of time in dusty, cramped, often hot or cold environments which we proudly show off as our kingdoms or domains which we call our “shops”.
Oh did I mention the lighting in that makes you think your headed for early blindness.
That said, up front I admit I do or should know better than to take on another impossible project.
Of course I am going to be up against the wall time wise, short on money, rely heavy on faith and have a dream falsity’s that borders on delusion for the end results of “This Old Mold House”.
To refresh your memory, I have purchased a nineteen twenty three stucco huge home that needs saving from being condemned because of mold infestation.
It is located five houses from This Old Crack House.
The house is in dire straights and in need of serious tender loving care.
This is a understatement to say the least.
Most importantly it needs a homeowner.
For me a neighbor.
Start the skill saws, turn on the pressure washers, get the bleach out the adventures of “This Old Mold House” have started.
Wheres my respirator and rubber gloves?
I guess I really never learn or know any better.
So why fight it?
For all of use who call our selves craftsman its a calling I guess.
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