Okay, this one is going to be pretty picture-heavy.
I figured that it might be a good idea to post some pictures of the yard and buildings as they are right now. Just so that you all (and us all) have an idea of what we are talking about when we say that my father was a hoarder and we lived in a junkyard. So I walked around today with my newly returned camera and got loads of photos. The attics and cellar, while also full of stuff, will be for another time.
The crazy thing is that walking around I was like, Oh this isn't all that bad. Why I can see plenty of grass/floor! Which sounds like a good thing, but not with the way my hoarder-trained brain twisted it around. Because instead of thinking Oh! Look at the progress we've made so far!—because believe me the fact that you can even see that much grass or floor is the result of our cleaning efforts—instead my brain thought, What are you complaining about! It's not that bad, so shut up already, so many people have it worse! Et cetera. Well, at least I realize that's fucked-up, right? Grrrr.
So, okay, let's take a tour of my yard, shall we?
We'll start with the garage, since that's what we've been working on. Here's a panoramic shot, taken from a spot by the stairs to the garage attic. The bench we got cleared off is on the left; the white pipes and other things on there now are some of my stuff we put there to get it out of the way.
And another view, from over by the door to the breezeway:
This next one is a panorama of the shop, the building my father constructed when he ran out of room in the garage because of the hoarding:
And another view:
Then several of the yard in back of the shop:
And around to the shed, another outbuilding, one which was never finished. Starting with a panorama of the interior of the thing:
It's a little hard to see, as these panoramas are by necessity sort of condensed to fit, but over there on the extreme left, under what is otherwise a gorgeous lilac bush, is a pile of broken concrete blocks. These are another one of those things that I don't actually know how to get rid of. The dump doesn't want them, recycling won't pick them up, you can't put them in with the household trash. Who will take them? What do I do with them?
Ai yi. So now to the stuff around the shed:
And to one of the big messes of the yard, which I've got in my sights right now to go, the old woodpile which I'm quite sure is home to an entire civilization of carpenter ants. Well, I'm afraid the Antpocalypse is nigh, sisters:
And approaching the downstairs garage:
And the downstairs garage itself, again in panorama form:
Then to finish up, the downstairs breezeway:
It really is so much better than it used to be. And, I will admit, I am still somewhat ashamed to show these pictures. But only a little. My anger right now is greater. Anyway, you know what they say about the disinfectant properties of sunshine, right?
Let this be cleaned, and healed.