The Continuing Quest to Reclaim the Garage
Jun. 1st, 2025 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
billroperMy quest to reclaim the garage continues. I started moving a few things around while Gretchen and Julie went out for a drive. This included consigning a large box of unread Chicago Tribunes to the recycling bin.
When COVID hit, I pretty much stopped reading the newspaper. Eventually, I cancelled the subscription, but the unread papers lingered. For years.
When Gretchen and Julie got back, the whole family convened in the garage, the weather being good. Three bags of garbage later, we are *awesomely* close to having the garage in a condition where both cars can park in it. (Yes, at the same time. Wise guys...)
The old cheap Oriental rug turned out to be a complete loss, as mice had gotten to it, so it will go out in next week's trash, along with the pallet that once held up Mount McGuire. But most of the remaining stuff that needed to be dealt with found its way onto shelves, or into one of the three bags of trash that are now in the garbage, or into the house for sorting, or into the boxes for Goodwill.
Once the trash goes out next week -- which, annoyingly, has to wait for Thursday night, because our trash pickup is on Friday, which is (in my opinion) the worst day of the week for trash pickup -- then I can finish up the final bits.
And then Gretchen can put her van back on the left side of the garage.
And I can park my car on the right side.
Fingers crossed!
When COVID hit, I pretty much stopped reading the newspaper. Eventually, I cancelled the subscription, but the unread papers lingered. For years.
When Gretchen and Julie got back, the whole family convened in the garage, the weather being good. Three bags of garbage later, we are *awesomely* close to having the garage in a condition where both cars can park in it. (Yes, at the same time. Wise guys...)
The old cheap Oriental rug turned out to be a complete loss, as mice had gotten to it, so it will go out in next week's trash, along with the pallet that once held up Mount McGuire. But most of the remaining stuff that needed to be dealt with found its way onto shelves, or into one of the three bags of trash that are now in the garbage, or into the house for sorting, or into the boxes for Goodwill.
Once the trash goes out next week -- which, annoyingly, has to wait for Thursday night, because our trash pickup is on Friday, which is (in my opinion) the worst day of the week for trash pickup -- then I can finish up the final bits.
And then Gretchen can put her van back on the left side of the garage.
And I can park my car on the right side.
Fingers crossed!