For the past two or three weeks I’ve been tackling a long overdue project: sorting out the remaining boxes and packages that have filled the garage since we moved here, early last year. We brought everything essential into the house, of course, but a great deal of hobby/enthusiast material remained:
- A lot of shooting-related gear and equipment;
- Miss D.’s aircraft parts, charts, etc.;
- Tools, hardware and miscellaneous household gear and supplies;
- Two sets of camping paraphernalia (we’ve never camped together, but each of us has camped out separately – now we have to put both sets together, and discard duplicates);
- A big chunk of our emergency supplies, such as water and fuel containers, dry food, buckets in three different sizes, etc.;
- A number of boxes we’re storing for a friend until he can find his own place to stay; and so on.
It’s been a great deal of hard work, but the end is in sight. After emptying more than 50 boxes, repacking what we want to keep into a dozen or so new ones, ferrying some aircraft parts out to Miss D.’s hangar, making six runs to Goodwill to donate what we didn’t want to keep, and moving everything around from pillar to post, we’re going to be left with about two-thirds of the garage usable for parking. Miss D. will put her vehicle inside, and I’ll leave my pickup truck outside (it’s twelve years old, going on thirteen, so if it gets hailed on, well, too bad). I’ll take several more months to go through the remaining boxes, one at a time every few days, so that I can continue to write without getting too distracted by other tasks.
My back and knees are telling me I’ve lifted way too many heavy boxes, far too often. I reckon this has been the equivalent of several weight-lifting sessions at the gym! I think it’s been worth it. The garage certainly looks more civilized, and less like the aftermath of a circus of flying monkeys having passed through at high speed.