Let's Face It...

In order to clean, you have to make a mess!  I was up really early today because I couldn't sleep anymore, and since the day was fairly cool with low humidity, I decided there was no time like the present to start to commence to begin cleaning out my garage.  (It is a well-known fact by teachers that, once the Fourth of July comes, the summer is as good as over.  The Fourth approacheth!)

Okay...so I tore into the garage.  Understand that the garage was unnavigable.  Four bicycles, Meg's stuff, my stuff, baby stuff, radio stuff...  It's only a one-car garage!  You get the picture!  Two or three years ago, my friend Mike (N5CEC) made the mistake of dropping by my house, and I put him to work assembling a work bench that I had purchased from Sears.  He put it together just outside the kitchen door to the garage (because that was the only place there was to work), and he chuckled that it would soon be piled high with junk.  I was offended.  I wouldn't do that!  Well, guess what???  It was soon piled high with junk!  Not only that, but since it was just outside the door, it pretty much blocked entrance to the garage from the house.  And the rest of the junk blocked entrance to the garage from the overhead door.  In short, I was locked out by junk!  My biggest complaint was that I couldn't find anything when I needed it. 

Started taking stuff out in order to sort.  My divisions were:  pitch, donate, give to friends, organize to keep.  I recognized that the job wouldn't be accomplished today...that I had to have a "give up" time to start putting things back in the garage until they can be dealt with again.  (For all of the efficiency experts out there, I know this is a bad plan...but I'm not efficient.  Thus is the reason for the mess out there!)

So...as of now...the workbench is in place for the very first time.  I have filled the car with donatable items.  I have filled the kitchen with baby stuff to be cleaned before shipped off to friends.  I have filled the trash cans with trash  (with lots more to come) and have stuffed the keepable stuff back into the garage.  In short, it doesn't look like anything at all was done!

Got the word that my other Mike friend (KB9RDO) broke his hand in that dash to close his car windows in a downpour.  Mike lives alone and now only has one wing.  He is refusing help.  He don't know me very well, do he?!

Cigs went up in $$ today. Time to quit!