a bit less than 2 weeks left. The roommate (let's call them a squatter) hasn't been in the house for 2 weeks. But has stopped by every day to feed the stray cats.
I entered their room. They left a fan on, and dad got an over-due notice on his electricity. I refuse to pay it for him, but I will help minimize his expenses.
The room reminded me of "hoarders."
Two days until the deadline. The squatter says that belongs will be removed by the deadline. I don't believe it. I've got paperwork ready to file. If I see significant effort to remove belongings, then it may be worth delaying filing so that I don't have to deal with the belongings.
Sigh. This just happened 4 minutes ago.
I check the security cameras and see the person is moving things out. I delay my plans to drop off construction materials there.
Dad calls me to tell me he gave the squatter a 2 week extension. The person said they got a promotion and are being sent out of the country for a week. I think it is a lie, and this deadline date has been known for 65 days.
Went to dad's house around midnight. There is a power meter on the circuit leading to the squatters room. I monitor that room because the squatter was burning a megawatt hour+ every month.
The squatter had placed a couple of dead bolts on the door and not left a key. No problem. I went in another way.
There was a fan blowing on the highest setting. What a waste with no one being there. I walked over too it and found myself standing in a puddle of water.
The squatter had a fridge in there. I am guessing it was defrosting because the freezer door was open. In the puddle of water was an extension cable with multiple outlets and multiple things plugged in. There was no circuit breaker or GFI.
My dad had wanted to come in, I immediately sent him out. Barefoot in a puddle of water with electricity is not safe.
I disrupted power and mopped the floor.
Let's experiment! I'm going to take out the old door and replace it with a new, homemade door. I'm not a carpenter. But I assembled a basic door from construction lumber. these are the wood pieces before assembling.
I assembled it at my dad's house last night. I still need to sand it and stain it. I hope to install it later this week.
This is going to get disgusting.
There was a ton of animal fur in the track on which the window slides. I went into the room with some tools to dig it out. Some dirt was coming out, too. I got a damp napkin to wipe it out. That moisture activated a smell. It smelled like shit! Now I dont feel so silly wearing a hazmat suit in that room!
I told dad. He says it probably was shit and told me of a previous incident.
He poured some water into the bathroom sink. It wouldn't drain. He looks in the drain and sees something. Is it hair/fur? He jams in his tool for getting hair out of a pipe. What comes back up is a cat turd.
"Oh, did pookey go in the sink? Im sorry!"
What cat do you know that positions its anus directly over a drain? I think that person was disposing of cat poop in the sink.
As mentioned, Im going cheap. I fastened some 2 by 4s together, and this will be the replacement door. I have an event scheduled today and done expect to make much more progress with this today. I may stop by this evening to wipe away whatever stain did not absorb and to mark the locations of the studs on the wall for hanging a rail.
The surprises never end! I found a bag of cat shit! Among the renters belongings was a bag with cat litter wish shit still in it. There is also a bag of filthy filthy sheets. As far as I am concerned, they are trash. If it were September, this would go straight to the fire. But a ban burn is still in effect.
I'm convinced my dad let someone in here who was living on the street. It looks like a homeless encampment in this room.
No payments at all have been collected in the past 60 days. In the months before that, sporadic partial payments were paid. The person moved somewhere else 26 days into the notice, but randomly shows up to access the room. The room is still dead bolted with my father not having a key. I access the room through an attic passage.
The room the person occupied looked like a homeless encampment. I can't tell what was going on in there.
Basically, dad’s house is being used as public storage. I don’t think their new place affords them as much room. This is holding me up.
I started assembling some equipment to do some repairs to that room.
I think I am going to start moving things out of the room and into the garage. I can’t keep waiting on this person.