As garages go ours is in reasonable shape. It’s a two car garage that houses two cars.
Actually we once squeezed three cars in! Don’t ask how. I’ve either forgotten or more likely I blocked it out.
Like most garages we had a floor full of dirt and sand dragged in this past winter. There’s also that stuff that seems to grow or possibly get deposited by aliens.
“How’d we get four basketballs?” I asked Helaine. I really have no clue.
I hung bicycles on pegs on the wall, vacuumed cobwebs, disposed of a deceased mouse and threw out stuff we once said we needed, but really didn’t. The trash includes an old pair of roller blades responsible for the world’s largest black and blue (and yellow) mark.
We peeled back the layers of our acquired loot like some sort of archeological onion. Things we hadn’t seen in years came into view like the plastic tubs filled with books we read to Stef when she was a little girl. I’m not sure they’ll resonate with Stef today, but Helaine and I were touched to see “Goodnight Moon” and “Oscar’s Rotten Birthday” (a book I used to read to Stef in all the character’s voices).
At some point we’ll probably have a tag sale. The books won’t be included. We will make sure they go to families whose children don’t have books. I’d feel better to see them go as gifts from us.
At the moment we’re really tired.