Since Bonnie, the non-hurricane, was heading this way, my man wasn't able to work over the long weekend, so on his first day off, I said offhandedly, "Hey, wanna clean the garage with me today?" "Sure," he mumbled.
"Let's do it the Clean House way," I said. He just looked at me. He doesn't always know what I'm talking about.
I talk like that.
The "Clean House" way (or is it another show?) is to take everything
out to the yard and put it on tarps (which we couldn't find) into piles
of "keep," "maybe," "trash."
So, we had trash cans and "goodness-this-is-overwhelming" piles.
And then. The garage was empty.
"Wanna put up a wall so I can have a studio and you can have a workshop?"
He looked at the empty garage for a bit. "Sure," he mumbled.
And then. "How about a long counter?" "How about flooring?" "How about cabinets?" "How about…"
And so. We have found ourselves in the middle of a Very Big project with a Very Messy veranda full of the "keep" and "think so" piles, and a Very Huge hope that the oil job will continue long enough to fund this project.