AS I WAS SAYING: Spring cleaning? Sure, why not
So it came as a complete shock to me that as I carved out a couple of hours, I decide to tackle a number of outdoor projects with no regard to my meagre success rate. What is worse, is that my wife had little idea that I would not only do this on my own, I would do it my way.
I don’t know what I was thinking either.
Cleaning the garage is a kind of cleansing of the soul for a guy. Again, my garage isn’t a sanctuary for me, it is the last resting place of all the stuff I swear I am going to throw out, organize or eventually put in the shed.
But for whatever reason this year, I decided to say goodbye to a lot of older garden implements, sprinkler heads, hose nozzles, flattened badminton birdies and assorted paint cans that (gulp) just take up space.
You know what? It felt good. Two hours later, the garage looked better, felt lighter and I was pumped to move on to the shed.
Now, I have a love/hate relationship with that aluminum 8 X 8 structure in the back of the yard. A couple of years ago, bees had decided that if I wasn’t going to use it, they should and built an amazing structure inside the shed against one door. I can now only think of it in natural awe, but at the time, it was that horrifying hive you see about 45 minutes into a low budget horror flick.
Thank goodness Cathy had the good sense to help clean it up that fall, buy a couple of fake hornets hives (they are very territorial and will not come back if they see another one) and we got our shed back.
So now I love my shed, but still have way too many old garden hoses, beach coolers, broken lawn chairs, and sadly…unused bicycles.
So after hauling a lot of this stuff out, I found that I could also put some of these things to good use. It was a good reminder that often opening the shed and tackling the project is never as daunting as we think it will be and so avoid doing it. Not exactly my new life mission statement, but for a guy allergic to big outdoor projects, it gives me some inner swagger.
With this new found confidence, I scrubbed winter off the siding along the back deck, cleaned the exterior of the hard top trailer and put together the deck swing (complete with cushions) to await the arrival of my wife who would no doubt wonder what the heck had gotten into me and how could it stick around for a while.
As she sat listening to me relating my exploits into the land of “spring cleaning” from wrestling an ornery 75 foot garden hose tangled in winter fencing to almost being crushed by a half full paint can that tipped from a high shelf, I could see that other projects were slowly coming to life in her mind.
The dead patches of lawn, the growth of the new garden and the disposal of winter’s twig inventory were for another day. I would do all those gladly as well.
But on that day, spring arrived sooner it seems than it normally does … because I wanted it to.
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