They're not supposed to be brown.

On Tuesday, Dad and I drove down to the apartment in the morning.  We went to Family Dollar where Dad had fun picking out stuff we'd need.  He got me a shower curtain rod, a vinyl curtain and hooks, multiple cleaning supplies, a broom, a mop, paint, paint supplies, and some stuff for lunch.  I missed my doctor's appointment but they were okay with rescheduling me for next week.

When we got to the apartment, the dining room wall was painted.  The kitchen was painted.  The old dilapidated dining set was out of the dining area.  The bedroom and bathroom were cleaned up and painted.  Hmmm.  Guess the squeaky wheel got the grease.  The new refrigerator is beautiful!

I started in on the windows and the kitchen.  I don't think the last tenant ever cleaned!  The windows were filthy!  We started off with an ammonia solution, followed by Windex, and it still took two rounds of scrubbing!  I wasn't able to get all the dirt off. 

I attacked the stove vent.  Ugh!  It was covered in grease and crud!  Some more elbow grease and scrubbing later, it was at least touchable.  I cleaned off the top of the stove.  The dials had crusted junk under them.  I wasn't able to get it all out, but I got it better than it was.  I was unable to get all the baked on stuff out from under the stove top.  Dad helped me remove the burners and plates and I began scrubbing.  We're getting new plates; these are beyond cleaning.  I was taking chrome off in some places and in others the stuff was so charbroiled on it was futile. 

I began cleaning the cabinet handles.  They were so slimy you slid right off trying to open the cabinets.  I scrubbed and scrubbed and voila!  The brown handles were no longer brown.  They were really a pewter shade.  Who knew? 

While I was attacking the kitchen, Dad attacked the bathroom with bleach.  He scrubbed the tub, the walls, the toilet, the floor...he just kept going!  He commented how the last people obviously never cleaned anything.  I agreed. 

Unfortunately by this time, my back was bothering me enough that I had to sit down.  My legs went numb and I got the painful pins and needles tingling.  I asked Dad how much more he wanted to do.  He asked if I was done and ready to go.  I said for today I think I was.  He finished cleaning the bathroom sink and we called it quits!