Cleaning the Garage

I clean my own house. This is the subject of a post and discussion over at IBTP.

In addition to the non-stop dark chocolate consumption, I'm spending these last few days of Spring in a manner appropriate to my status as a minor goddess of home and hearth - I'm cleaning.

For the record, the experiment in chocolate over-indulgence has thus manifest in a mild headache and an overwhelming urge to tidy-up. This weekend I took on the garage, in addition to floors and laundry.

This ritual involves tossing everything into the yard and sweeping. Then moving everything in again to the other side of the garage. The shuffle of stuff raises a lot of dust and reminds me of how many political yard signs I've collected for losing campaigns. But I may need those again someday, so they get moved from where they were tangled in electrical cord to where they'll be tangled in hose instead.

The dusty deed of cleaning the garage must be accomplished to fit my car inside. I seek tidy virgo-like everything-in-it's-placement and want to prove I can put my car where it belongs. It can be done. At least once a year, anyway. Because I'm not really going to start parking in there. But I can if I want to.

The cleaning took all day since it was fit in between long rests to debate where to restuff that gross old tarp and whether to flatten which boxes yet. And those decisions were savored in between various other Sunday activities - like eating dark chocolate and watching Angel Cabrera, the Argentinean, win teh golf. Viva El Pato!

Comments

[Mary]

Great work and keep it up. im actually completing the task of cleaning my garage, but like you, my focus and time killer is the task of finding what to do with certain things.