After my morning walk with my dogs, Watson and Willie, I immediately went to work on my garage. Well, not immediately. First, I had to install my aero bars on the bike. Did I mention I changed the brake levers and the handlebars? Yup, installed drop bars with road levers and made a custom mount for the 8-speed shifter. Riding with the drops is so much better than riding with the straight handlebar with attachments for a variety of handholds. I should’ve bought a road bike, but I couldn’t find one with 8-speed internal gearing. In south Texas, the speed bumps are about the only hills to challenge us, making a wide range of gears absolutely unnecessary. I am sick of adjusting derailers. I’m sure in my entire bike riding history, I’ve spent about as much time fixing, adjusting, replacing, and fiddling with derailers as I have riding the bikes.
Enough of that. The garage. I’ve promised myself to clean and organize the garage and attic this summer. With the new bikes and painting the shutters, I’ve managed to mess up and disorganize the garage, taking my pledge further from realization. Tools, parts, used tape, gizmo wrappers and other bicycle detritus filled my work table. The same side of the garage was cluttered with boxes from the attic, mostly boxes with pictures from the Turner family’s storied past, many pulled and reframed for the family visit BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
Keeping with my pledge to do a small part of many jobs each day instead of trying to complete big jobs all at once, I decided to clear the table, sorting, stowing, tossing, and otherwise disposing of its clutter. The choice making took hours! Well…it seemed like hours. But the table got cleared and I was feeling as self-righteous as a preacher who has not slept with any of his adoring female congregants.
I couldn’t stop myself, as I should have, and continued, turning this step of the garage/attic project into a BIG job. Too bad. The cleaning god had taken my soul and the picture boxes were next. I sorted through the pictures (rather quickly…I’ll pay later for that) so I could redistribute all the large boxes to the back wall or beam them up to the attic. That done, I surveyed the damage to the attic and decided to postpone (according to my protocol) any work in the 120 degree heat to another day. In December.
I picked up the rest of the trash and swept the floor. I did so much work improving the space that my wife, returning from work and pulling into the garage almost noticed the difference.
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