I was able to ignore the garage even 6 months into the pandemic. But when the air quality forces us indoors, I started to crack. And then RBG died, and I got mad— mad enough to start cleaning (sorting, scrubbing, painting, organizing) the garage. At least the messier half.
We never properly cleaned out this space when we moved in; it still had some house-related debris on shelves. It had all been painted at some point, but it was old and there was not a storage shelf that did not have evidence of mice on it. And the rodents were nothing compared to the spiders!
The bleach came out as did my fancy painting duds.
Luckily, on my list to get rid of were cans of paint of colors we have long since abandoned, so I had plenty of color to put a shine on the space.
I can’t finish the project until The Great Construction Project of 2020 is completed, but I’m pretty happy with it so far. And I’d rather be angry and organized than mad and messy. How’s that for a life motto?
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