Day 3 - Raising property values throughout the neighborhood

Nothing says "class" like a 20-foot-long dumpster in your front yard, unless it's a dumpster, a port-a-potty, AND a satellite dish. If only we had a cement burro and sombrero-wearing Mexican guy, we'd be the highlight of the local architectural tour.

Oh, and did I mention that it poured rain last night? Like, poured rain so hard that the sound of it hitting the siding on the wall behind our bed woke us up multiple times? Good thing we didn't want anything in that dumpster ...

It's actually pretty, if you ignore the fact that the reflection is floating on top of my old sink and what I think was the side of one cabinet.
Or maybe that's part of the underlayment for the kitchen floor. Hard to tell anymore.

Oh, and you know how in horror movies there's always blood dripping down the walls of the haunted houses? Apparently, our resident ghost is an octopus:

All the drilling and shuffling around in crawlspaces and talk of wiring brought back fond memories of Sam the Electrician, who would have taken five times as long to finish this much, but it would have cost half as much.