So some garage cleaning was in order. A fresh coat of paint will help on the workbench side. My best friend had painted the other side a while back while housesitting with some bright yellow found at the Island of Misfit Paints at Lowes, so this didn't take long, once the work benches, garbage can and such were taken outside.
There's a lot of "stuff" that piled up on the other side of the garage, brought in when our temperatures got down in the minus 10's, the garage having a small propane heater for winter workbench projects. Things that could be moved elsewhere now that it has warmed up to a balmy 30. And the shelves, built by either the former owner or elves on crack, were about to fall down.
Get out the saw, get some scrap lumber and the shelves might never hold a lot of weight, but they might actually be useful for the miscellaneous Christmas decor, paint and targets that collect.
The Glock sign, which Doyle, my favorite range officer, once gave me, hides the old paint cans. Some rollers were put on the old cabinet there on the left so I could roll it around to use as a portable space to work or saw. Above it, fixed to the wall, a little shelf that's lower in height for guests that may not be as tall as I and want to get to some basic supplies.
There. MUCH better.
A fresh coat of paint on the workbenches.
The sink is old and discolored but it has hot water which is nice.
My "flying cow" sign from Oshkosh has GOT to stay.
As does Barney:And perhaps a couple targets from the other weekend.
It looks much better and the work took a few hours. I've been up since 6 am. Time to make some lunch!
Add some Italian meats and cheese and a topping of some homemade olive tapenada made with olives, pine nuts, garlic, rosemary and other spices.
Hard work yet rewarding work. A good shop and a home that's self sufficient in times of problems is good. And tools. Did I mention tools?? :-)
I enjoy hard work. And though it requires a lot of time, and sometimes help from friends with even more tools, buying up this older place was one of the best decisions I've made as a grown up. With all the changes that have gone on around me, diving into the purchase of a place whose final vision would require a bit of labor has taught me valuable things, and not just about budgets and planning, wood and nails and drywall. It's taught me about myself.
I spent one whole evening ripping out some cabinets, something I never thought I could do, and I worked late into the night, the sweat from my face tasting like what I am. I know I'm alone, and that I can do this and I swing the crowbar working side by side with it, like two old married people who know each others next move.
Now I'm done and fed, time to take a long soak in the big old fashioned bathtub. I put on an old bathrobe of someone who I loved dearly, who is now gone, after I got out of my old clothes. I don't have much of theirs any more, getting rid of some in the aftermath, other things given to those who could use them and make good use of them. I like the robe. It enfolds me and comforts the aching muscles, the aching questions. Would you be proud of me now? Did I do the right thing? I've totally reinvented my life in the last decade, yet with all the upheaval and punishment, sweat and bliss, I'm at peace here wrapped in the last remembrance of you.
If you could sit here with me, if you hadn't left suddenly that evening, I would have liked to have had a long talk with you. I would have told you how much that the years had brought me, despite the struggles. I would have told you how I've learned to live on what is important, not some yuppified version of life, hollow and high priced. I'm satisfied, be it with the salty tang of a simple meal honestly made, or the sweat on my brow from hard work. Work with skills I didn't have 10 years ago. I would say that I hope wherever you are, you are finally at peace, as my tears mingle with the sweat of my work.
Salt and truth.
Spring is almost here; it's time to build something new.