Memo from Mr. Whippo, homeowner, landlord

As a recent entrant into the world of home ownership, Mr. Whippo's state of mental well being has become intertwined with both the visual aspects of his property and happiness-with-state-of-living of the tenants occupying the other 2 units in the triplex he and his wife purchased. They (tenants) are kind people, he believes, happy to see such an eager and motivated young man take the reigns from the previous, indifferent owners. But, being the case that: a) the building isn't exactly modern in any sense of the word (for example, one is pretty hard-pressed to find level wall surfaces and true 90 degree corners within their 2 bedroom unit)and; b) the previous owners devoted absolutely no time to the place other than that required to maintain it's liviability to the barest of minimums (and it should be noted here that this barest of minimums is really a barest of minimums (for example, there are 5 doors in their 2 bedroom unit (doors being the barest of minimums)only 1 of which will close securely without having to grip the knob firmly and pretty much force the thing into it's jamb (this action resulting in a kind of barking sound that is the result of wood-on-wood friction coupled with thick layers of sickly cappuchino colored paint). So, what this amounts to is that Mr. Whippo, homeowner, landlord, and amateur with respect to home improvement skills, has his work cut out for him. Please stay tuned for episode one of Mr. Whippo, homeowner, landlord: Adventures in toilet repair.