Yesterday, we had hoped for a big push to finish the second half of the garage and the back shop area. Instead we had a, for us, unexplainable surprise….no surprise is too kind. The garage had some stuff jammed into some upper side areas, but I never really looked up. It was dark plywood up there and it seemed to be the upper reaches of the garage.
But, a gap was noted and a light shined upward into the gap. The area above the ply wood was equal to the size of the garage below and jammed from plywood flooring to the very roof beams with tonnage of scrap metal: interconnected, jumbled wrought iron, 1/2″ to 3/4″ plumbing pipe and assorted this and that. Even in there prime, my Auntie and her co-conspirator, my mom could not have managed to lift all that metal up the extension ladder into the dark recesses of that vaulted area. After awhile, the ‘who, what, when, why and how’ of crime reporting did not matter.
It just frankly pissed me off that someone was that damn dumb to have put that stuff up there…true tonnage of dangerous weight that had to be brought down piece by heavy piece through a narrow opening and handed off. This took the better part of the day and consequently, although we filled another drop box with normal junk and debris, we did not really clean up that garage and back area as well as we had hoped.
Another drop box has just been delivered. Daylight Saving Time took effect over night and there is a foggy mental aftermath to yesterday’s frustrations and ‘what the hell’ was somebody thinking to do this. That coupled with disgusting animal nests and feces and suffocating dust made for a slower and more agitated response. All were in agreement, it was a less than satisfying day despite the loaded drop box.
Ok, time to head out into the pouring rain and fill another box. I went with smaller box for today. The conditions are miserable and we may just sort out more of what we have saved for resale.