The Blue House

I've had little news to write about this past week.
The little blue house across the street has changed hands. The next door neighbor bought it for a song. So I've been watching the transformation this past week.
The house began during the Depression as a one room dwelling with dirt floor garage attached. The siding had been opened tin cans, flattened and nailed to the boards. "Old" Joe lived there for many years, like a hermit. (he was hard of hearing)
Then, twenty-five years ago, a retired woman saw some potential. She turned the one room into kitchen and bath, as well as dining area. The garage became her living room, having added a fireplace and cement floor. She added another room in which she slept.
Though the house is small, it became too much for her to take care of alone. Little did we know how messy and unhealthy it had become. She'd stayed with family this past year but was reluctant to sign any papers to sell the place. Finally, the county's code enforcement agency got involved. Clean it up, sell it, or pay fines, was their judgement.
So the 'kids' came, got what they wanted.
The new owner is a guy who's always on the move. He has many friends willing to help. The new roof has been laid. Another section has been taken off and rebuilt to current specs.
I'm happy to see that the property is being improved. I wonder how they will use the house.