When I woke up this morning I had a garage that had one operable garage door, one inoperable garage door, and one missing garage door. Which has been, you know, super useful.
Right at this very moment I have a garage with three operable garage doors, one of which actually opens with the push of a button. Can you believe this shit? I push a button, the door opens. No heaving it up over my head by hand, no pinched fingers, no awkward jumping and hanging from the damn thing to pull it shut again. It’s like magic. Or like actually being in the twenty-first century, just like everybody else.
This means I can finally do something about this…
This small sampling of my life includes:
- Stuff I dumped out of a 5 gallon bucket in a panic when I was rushing to put out slightly-larger-than-intended bonfire
- Snowboots. That have probably been sitting there since the last time it snowed.
- An extraordinary amount of paint and drywall related paraphernalia
- Oil painting supplies, stained glass supplies, tiling supplies, glass flameworking supplies, and an empty bin (aka stuff I did before I became addicted to tearing apart houses)
- Tools that should legitimately be in the house
- Tools that should not be in the house, including one extra-large miter saw, one extra-small tile saw, a set of dovetail jigs, bolt cutters, and a sawsall
- Tools that need to be cleaned
- Stuff from Lowe’s I gave up trying to put away and just dropped on the middle of the floor.
It’s shocking, shocking that my life feels just a little disorganized at the moment, so I jumped at the chance to finally move some of my tools to their future home. Well, first I redistributed some of the junk that is taking up space where an actual car might get parked, eventually.
Uh, don’t mind the extremely rigged up garage door motor at the moment, I need to do a little electrical work to get a plug in the right spot for it.
Then I decided to be a lazy-ass and take full advantage of being out in the country where it is perfectly acceptable to park on your lawn, directly in front of the door, so that you don’t have to carry a bunch of tools eighty extra steps to the garage.
So, now the future workshop has actual tools in it, it just doesn’t have actual lights…
To say that the shop “needs some work” is an understatement of epic effing proportions. To start, I need to pull down the cabinets and rotted out wood on the walls…
Rewire, insulate, drywall, paint those metal cabinets a vintage turquoise and rehang them, and then get the bigass furnace out there hooked up.
And all of that is going to happen sometime next year because I have way too many things going on inside the house right now. But the good news about tools is that you can make a mess with them anywhere, so I’m sure the shop in its current state (plus a crap-load of extension cords and plug-in lights) will be getting a lot of use between now and “finished.”
I am so lucky, so freaking lucky to have this space, I can’t even tell you. There are like three dead birds under that orange chair, and one of the cabinets on the wall is inexplicably hung upside down, and it smells like a colony of racoons has been using it as an outhouse for the last year (likely), but I don’t even care, because you know what? Bird shit or no bird shit, I am going to do really awesome things in this space.
And now I can walk to my back door without tripping over a drywall pan. Score.