Today marked Day Two of vacation time. I marked this festive occasion by sleeping until roughly 10 am, then visiting Tasha for lunch at her office. One of her supervisors only knows me through my karate stories that Tasha relays, and I can tell he has that edgy politeness that indicates a belief that I could, at any moment, end his life. While this notion is completely unfounded, I find his perspective fascinating.
I came home and dropped off some mail at the post office. I had decided on the drive home to attempt to contact my cousin to see if he’d help me clean out my garage, I was happy to find out that he was bored and looking for something to do.
My afternoon revolved around disposing of much of the moving boxes and other random crap that had accumulated in my garage. It is really quite interesting to behold the few things that remain from the old guy that owned this house before me. He seemed to like the stringy mops that are only good for a use or two before they rot out. He also likes small to medium sized metal buckets that appeared just too small to be any good for anything.
Behind a cabinet, this guy had stored a few sheets of old plywood, a screen door that may have originated with this country, and an entire roll of fiberglass insulation. The cabinet itself contained two low lying shelves and a large cabinet that once had a door. There was a smaller, less useless cabinet left behind as well. It now contains our paint.
We moved my grill to the screened in back porch, where I figure it will be of more use. I can now roll it out onto my deck if I want to use it. Finally, we moved two of my cheapo Menards shelving units apart to prepare for the coming of the Great Workbench.
I took two full large garbage cans of crap out of there, including several boxes of broken down boxes. There’s also some oddball pieces of wood from our old door jam, which I am unsure the trash man will take.
I felt like I made a lot of progress today. I think the plans for tomorrow are to put another X10 switch in to control the light over the stairs. Tasha and I always leave that one on at night and I hate getting up to turn it off.
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