Saturday morning I tried to make a “realistic list” of things I wanted to get done this weekend, which ended up being something like fifteen items long and included things like “tear out all upstairs carpet” and “organize workshop.”
Just for reference, this is what the workshop currently looks like…
Yeah. I actually have to scale a small mountain of wood scraps to use the miter saw, and for the most part I consider this to be a perfectly acceptable way of living. Which means I don’t have an ice cube’s chance in hell of getting that place organized in a weekend, even if it’s all I’m doing. (And it’s never all I’m doing.)
So, in lieu of a fifteen-item-impossible-to-complete-list, I decided to start by focusing on one simple task.
Fill up this dumpster.
There was a time in my life when I used to go for long walks or run at the park to disconnect my brain and get a sense of peace. Now I do this instead…
Ten cubic yards of this big boy is now taken up by two pool tarps, three broken stone crates, 100 linear feet of twisted metal flashing, a truckload of plastic ridge vents, one of eight broken wheelbarrows that came with this house, and a truck bed liner. That’s the kind of thing you can just happen upon on your property when you have a full-fledged rubble pile to sort through.
Barn beam, barn beam, barn beam, hey, wait, what’s this plastic thing under…? Oh. Of course. Part of a truck.
Most of the big stuff is out of the way now, but I’m determined to add any demolition debris from the house to this pile in short order. Which does, in fact, mean that I will finally be tearing some carpet out of the future master bedroom, and finishing up demo of the master bath as well.
I didn’t get quite that far in my list this weekend, but on top of the hauling and tossing of shit, I also got to do some shoveling.
Of actual shit.
I actually enjoy mucking out the barn stall. I mean, in the spectrum of cleaning things, I’d much rather do this than, say, laundry. That’s not even sarcasm. At the end of a long day I walked inside, looked at the washing machine, and was like…. actually…. I think I’m going to go muck out the barn stall.
Plus I am a shoveling maniac these days. If it’s not barn stalls, it’s topsoil, and if it’s not topsoil, it is an endless amount of gravel for the walkways between my garden beds…
And sometimes when I need a break from shoveling, I dance around on the gravel to pack it down. Then the cat pretends he doesn’t know me.
Honestly, progress on the garden is slow, even though I seem to be constantly working on it. I’ve refinished entire bathrooms in less time. But little by little, it’s starting to come together.
The vertical garden bed took significantly longer to build than its horizontal cousins, but it’s pretty close to being complete, which means I’ll post my version of “plans” and a how-to later this week…
Nothing actually got “checked off the list” this week, but I definitely worked my ass off. And then celebrated with a beer…