The Garage
October 27th, 2008Much to her amazement, the garage looked like it had been ransacked. She knew her husband had never been a “neat freak”, but she had NEVER considered the possibility of THIS much mess.
As she stood in the garage door and looked around her, she saw ALL manner of things that were going to have to be sorted through. And THEN, when it was ALL sorted, she was going to have to figure out what to do with it.
She saw his welding unit just inside the door, screws, bolts and nuts, and ball lock pins strewn across the floor in various sizes and shapes. She saw nails and various hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, ratchets and sockets. She saw an Exacto knife laying next to a piece of carpeting on the workbench. She saw breaker bars, extensions, pliers, vice-grips, and needle-nosed pliers. She saw carpenter’s pencils scattered throughout the area. She saw oil filters and fuel filters and air filters. She saw lawn mower tires and his air compressor. Never, in her wildest dream, did she imagine that it would be such a big project to clean up the garage, now that he was gone.
