Sometimes I feel my garage is a rarity. Always stuff lying around, full of junk I don't need.
It's not really a garage anymore. I'd say it's the 'staging' point for things I don’t want to deal with. Or, I have 'future' plans for an item. Or, I’m too lazy to put it in the recycling box. I’d post a picture but I’m too embarrassed. Seriously.
I stand at the doorway sometimes and I ask myself what the heck (putting it politely). Looking around I see boxes of items of purchased past and wonder why they are in my garage still. Oh ya, stores don’t take returns unless you have original packaging. Whose bright idea was that? Thanks London Drugs (I have a better name for you but it’s inappropriate for here). So does that mean when I finally get my garage sorted out I can dump all that crap back in your store? That won’t happen. I’m too nice.
What about the outdoor pool thing that my wife bought one day – that never got used. 5 years later I still trip over the odd piece of whatever falls out of the box. One day I’ll get that puppy up on Kijiji...one day. Truth there is it will probably stay in that spot until I have grandchildren. And that better not happen any time soon.
The snowboard that died...umm... unsure when...but a while ago. Either way, why do I have this still? It’s broken!
The primary coloured wire shelf? I tried to give that one away but was told “no you’re not allowed”. Now it sits in the middle of the floor...slowly filling up with...yes... you guessed it. Crap.
Am I alone here?
As a Realtor I see homes on a regular basis and I’ve never seen anything like this. I AM all alone! I need to get this crap out of my garage so I can walk through it without having 911 pre-dialled on my phone in case I trip over an empty coscto box and land flat on my face.
Anyway...maybe I’ll write in my blog a series called “The chronicles of getting rid of all kinds of junk crap stuff from my disaster of a garage?”
It will start like this...Day 1.... Here is what I’ll do about that garage. Nothing...as I’m about to head to Crapco to get more crap...well, I guess some food. But I’ll end up with more crap!
Some people park in their garage. Not me. I only dream of it. Who am I kidding? It’s just a single and my van wouldn’t fit in it anyway.