Half the tax return went to making the rubbish pile go away. The treehouse six or eight months ago was the beginning of it, and then there was huge amounts of demo from the basement. See, the previous owners finished half the basement, but they did it wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. So I had to take out all the non-pressure treated wood in direct contact with concrete, all the badly nailed-up drywall, and all the slightly mildewy insulation.

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Jen looked out the window yesterday and noticed that we had visitors:
Two big fat raccoons scurried up the pear tree and into the treehouse. I saw them again later going up, so it's pretty clear that they're living there. Yet another reason to take the damn thing down.