Thanks for your comments on the previous post. I made my decision and called the PO last weekend (sorry Christopher and Joanne!).
He likes to answer the phone by saying, “Joe’s Trucking” or something along those lines (he has caller ID). I said, “Say I had a couple of dining room cabinets that I was thinking about getting rid of. Would you know anyone who might be interested in them?” He immediately said, “I can have a truck in your area within a couple hours.”
He really wanted those things.
I know a couple of you thought he should pay for them, but I just didn’t want to get into that. Even though our house value has certainly diminished since we bought it last year, and at times it was a struggle to deal with him, I’m happy with the deal we eventually made. After seeing how much he wanted them, I felt good about giving them to him.
He came over on Sunday and we moved them into his truck. They’re very lightweight, probably made out of pine, which convinces me that these were made at a much later time, even though they were here when the PO moved here in the early ’60s.
While he was here we went into the attic, and we managed to get him to take a good portion of blue and yellow tile left over from the bathroom. If any bathroom tiles are damaged in the future, we’ll just have to redo the bathroom. That’s all there is to it. And that would be such a shame (she says, dripping with sarcasm).
There was also a 5-foot square piece of plywood covered in astroturf which he had for his Lionel trains. That went into the truck too.
Finally, there was a 3-foot by 4-foot piece of steel, about 1/4-inch thick, sitting up there. This sucker is H-E-A-V-Y. I looked up the weight of tungsten steel, and based on that size it would weigh 300 lbs. I think that’s accurate. Apparently there was some reasoning that it would improve reception for his one-time CB radio hobby. We’ve often asked how in the world he got it up there in the first place, but he doesn’t seem to remember. Anyway, I think he felt guilty about leaving it for us to deal with, so he was willing to help move it. We managed to get it to the top of the stairs, but he just doesn’t have the stamina to be moving something like that. Besides, he just recovered from a broken collar bone, so we stopped there.
The next day, our friend Rod was over (the one who patched our basement walls and installed the door). He and Pete very carefully and slowly moved the steel plate out to the alley. Pete spray painted “SCRAP” on it in the hopes that a local scrapper would take it (aka the Tin Man in this story).
Sure enough, it was gone a few hours later. I would have LOVED to have seen who took it. I hope they weren’t alone, and I hope they got a decent amount of money for their trouble.
While the scrapper was scrapping in our alley, we were out buying a new toilet. Yes, a TOTO toilet. Dual-flush.
Word of advice: don’t start installing a toilet around 6 pm when there’s no other working toilet in the house.
I’m just sayin’.
It was finally working around 11, and it certainly made its maiden voyage that much more satisfying.
More about the installation later. End of story about the maiden voyage.