Back in September, partly on advice of counsel, I moved from Lawrence, Kansas to Dayton, Ohio. My sister Melissa had moved here in August because she had a job waiting, and was able to secure living accommodations quickly. It seemed like a good idea to rent a house near her, and we found one that seemed good enough.
To give you a sense of how it isn’t, really, all that great, let me show you the front door as seen from inside the house. Be sure to look above the door at the area which would have been called a “transom” when the house was built in the 1920s. For reference, the light switch panel next to the door is actually level, as measured by my level.
If that does not look right to you, good. It isn’t. Square and true are not on the list. You can see where the new lintel is not original equipment, and was installed by someone who, frankly, had no idea what they were about. And why would a new lintel have been needed? Well…every door in the place has been kicked in or forced inward. There is broken door hardware, broken door jambs, everywhere.
The bathtub has a pattern of divots in the porcelain showing the underlying cast iron tub. The pattern is consistent with a shotgun blast. There is a similar pattern in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms upstairs. There is a stain pattern on one wall of that same bedroom that is consistent with someone being shot to death against that wall. There’s even a bit of congealed blood on the co-ax cable panel where blood splatter would likely have ended up. To suggest that this area of Dayton has some exciting stories is understatement. Our former chief technology officer described it as a street “like a river of blood.” To be fair, despite several occasions of hearing gun shots, I’ve seen no actual murders on the street. Yet.
In the kitchen, there was this interesting empty area under one of the counters. It looks like it was meant for under-counter appliances like a dish washer or a trash compactor. Could fit both in that space.
As you can see, I’m still moving in and organising things, while consulting on various blockchain projects, building a network of local and regional contacts, and identifying additional land for development. It has been a busy Fourth Quarter. Today, though, I decided to address the cabinet problem.
There was some plywood and 2x4s in the garage, which finally got a roof earlier this month. It makes a reasonable workshop, now that it keeps the rain out. Anyway, I knocked together a basic cabinet, and added a center shelf using 1×8 boards. Have a look:
It isn’t “Skip” level carpentry, isn’t painted nor stained, and isn’t sanded smooth. It does, however, hold stuff. Which is what I was trying to accomplish. There’s room for another much like it to go beside it and still have access to the odd shelves in the corner. Seriously, there are some odd things about this house.
Back in November, the electricians showed up to fix the various electrical problems that caused the two small fires. Among other things, they put in a new plug for the washer in the basement. The basement is unfinished and sized for short people. I can stand upright only if I put my head between two of the floor joists for the kitchen above. Mostly I keep hunched down to access the washer and dryer.
There are adventures in real estate all over Dayton. These are just some of my recent experiences.