Here is my garage today:
Here it was a week ago:
Do you see a difference? You don't? You're supposed to be encouraging me! I'm only one person and it's only been one week! (I'm kidding, I still love you.) Here's what I've done so far:
- Removed six bags (360 lbs.) of hardened cement
- Donated the bike trailer to a worthy sister
- Dismantled the scarecrow
- Recycled 25 gallons of old paint
- Recycled 32 boxes of old greeting card inventory
- Sorted and emptied two full file cabinets
- Sorted and prepared four giant boxes of curtains and fabric to be sold at our garage sale
Here's the view from the inside to the left:
I know, it's not good… yet! But those file cabinets are empty now, and so are lots of those containers. I've been clearing out as much as I can while pricing what I know I'm selling for the garage sale and leaving the actual organizing until all the things that I'm not keeping are officially sold/donated/trashed. So far it's been pretty easy to decide what to get rid of, I just really want to get to the organizing part…
Here's the inside view to the right:
Not much has really been done to this side. The biggest challenge has been that I have to move things to see things but I can't move the things to see the things. The furniture is stacked three-things-high so I can't exactly pull it out then put it back in. And I can't just leave it outside. And I can't just leave it in my living room. I already have so many garage sale things piling up in the rest of the house that it's starting to look like the garage. Instead, things just have to trade places and that sometimes feels like I'm getting nowhere. The garage sale is planned for a couple of weeks from now and that will help so very much. That's if it would ever stop raining, or hailing, or if my umbrella stand would stop blowing over.
On the agenda for the weekend: sorting the tools, wood, hardware, and magazines; pricing more items for the garage sale; putting old baby clothes and toys I want to keep up in the space above the garage; shredding documents.
Oh, and thanks again, Mom, for helping me with the heavy lifting this week. You are stronger than a 20-year-old frat boy and I really appreciate that.
