Stuff stacked up to go to the Goodwill. Half finished projects. Lawn equipment. Sports junk. Still too many bikes. Tools. Tools. More tools. Not to mention a million discarded pairs of shoes (not mine!) and other kid-related paraphernalia.
Leaves and grass tracked in by kids. Leaves and grass blown in by the wind because our garage door is rarely closed. It’s like we want to show off the messiness to the world.
Our garage is the bane of my existence. I’ve tried many different things to try and keep it clean and organized. Nothing seems to take. It’s like that Greek dude who had to keep rolling this huge rock up a steep hill. Just as he reaches the top, and thinks he’s done, bam! the rock gets away and he has to start all over again.
That’s our garage.
I spent much of the day today trying to get that rock to the top of the hill. Or at least as close as possible. The motorcycle, ride-on mower and bikes have been banished to an alternative storage location. The half-finished projects have been “finished” or stored in the attic and elsewhere in an attempt to make room for a new project.
A car project.
Now, you may not know the saga of car projects at our house over the last 18 years but there have been many. Working on cars is something that gives Steve a lot of pleasure as well as opportunities to curse, bleed, and purchase expensive new tools.
This latest project is a Plymouth Breeze (photos for demonstration purposes only - actual item may be is different). A guy at work was selling the car for $150. Yes - you did read that correctly.
Steve thought it would be a great car for Vicki. The body is in decent condition, interior is clean and without any major damage or stains, decent tires, new brakes. Only problem is it doesn’t run. Okay - it runs but not well. They were able to drive it home but it desperately needs a new transmission rebuild.
So, our garage will be Steve’s Transmission Shop for the next few days(?), weeks(?), who knows how long. You guys know how many hours Steve works each week. Still, it’ll give him something “fun” to do in his spare time. And a happy Steve is a good thing. Cause when Steve ain’t happy, Virginia really ain’t happy. And nobody wants that!
ps - if you are bored with shoe pictures, take a tour of our garage. Thrills!
pps - don’t forget the Christmas Wish List. Only 37 shopping days left!
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