It is clear to me that my home in Milan is known as "that house," much the same way a small town would refer to a house on a hill as the haunted house or "that house." From the street, it looks like something you'd see in a horror flick, it's very shape and pale brown color give it a seriously sinister facade. I kind of like it.
Being a small town, a very, very small town, people talk. Any addition to the community seems to go noticed by all. Here I am. Milan. The guy in "that house."

The goal? Rehabilitation. Of me? Of the house? Yeah. It's promise is one to be a labor of love and a whole lot of blood, sweat and tears. This place either needs work or it needs a well placed magnifying glass and a can of gasoline on a sunny August day. I choose the former.

With the departure of her last tenants, so went the water heater in what we will call unit A, as well as all of the copper piping. Leaving substantial damage. The walls need to be replaced as do the ceilings, floors and fixtures. The wiring is questionable at best, but I needed a project.

Sub-floor, tile and water heater in unit A- Done. Painting of the living room in unit-B- Done.

Today is moving day. Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted.