Why I Hate Work

Because it's work!

Meet my garage. Nice, huh? And this is after a whole van load of crap went to the dump. This is an improvement. Actually, it's a major improvement. You can now get past the exercise equipment and get to the door. That's good, because now you can get in the house which is needful sometimes.

Ok, back to work. I hate work. Actually, I have this love/hate relationship with work. I hate being bored, but I hate work. If I could find that nice medium where I wasn't bored but I wasn't working, I think I'd be in Nirvana. Does such a place exist? Nah. Not on your life.

Well, it's time for the ceremonial cleaning of the garage. That time in the decade when you open the door and part of the crap falls from the garage into your house and you just know that you have put off work for a little bit too long. And now, instead of a nice little job, you have a big old hummer on your hands. Whoopie!

So, off I go. Separating out the crap from the good stuff. The record player for 1981 must go. The three dead computers are staying along with the monitors and keyboards. Just can't let them go. All the clothes my kids saved from elementary school are out of here, but the toys stay. They could be worth money someday.

The bikes? I just don't know yet. The tires we bought and never put on the car...well, they are probably rotten by now, so they're going. What about all that crap on the shelves? Going. That's where I'll put the computers.

What I dread the most is cleaning out the kids' stuff. They have this habit of bagging stuff up and throwing it in the corner near the bikes. Bags and bags of stuff that probably will cause them heart failure if I throw it out, but, oh, well. Such is life.

Is there anything funny about cleaning a garage? No, there is not. I cannot come up with one funny remark about cleaning out this mess. I'm happy, though, that I'll be able to get to and open my freezer again. I haven't done that in two years and I know there's food in there somewhere. I'm happy I found the chainsaw. I have a few things I'd like to hack up, but that means more yard work, so maybe not. I'm also happy to see the three dead vacuums I bought at yard sales. No more of that! And all the beach floaties. I need them for my vacation.

No, folks, this is not fun. It's 90 degrees out and I'm sorting crap in my garage. Nothing pretty about that.