Whew. Today was the day that we tackled the last big “move in” job. It was gnawing at me, not being able to park the cars in the garage. Once the boxes were hauled away by the movers, Tammy cleared enough space for my car to pull in. With all the rain and storms we’ve been having, it seemed risky to have BOTH cars outside.
Part of the decision making process was what to do with the gardening gear. I was leaning towards a small shed or a storage bench, but I couldn’t find a place that I would like a shed. The bench would work fine on the deck, but even a large one would have trouble swallowing my rakes, let alone the lawnmower. So I found one of those wall storage systems at Home Depot:
That taken care of, I knocked one of the four sets of shelves down in the garage, making room for the bicycle hangers:
Then it was all about finding a spot for everything. Some more stuff made its way to the basement.
Looking good!!!
Al is glad to see that your ladder made it 🙂 lol!
My goodness you surely are organized now. The garage looks remarkably like the one you left! ‘Glad you and Stephanie could have a chat tonight. She is going to phone us tomorrow about the skipe thing. Do I need to get my hair done and wear lipstick?? Ha, Ha….like that would make a difference~! Love to all. Mom
Very nice Simon, lots of room for both cars. As Stephanie said your ladder arrived. Dad
Yes, the ladder arrived. In its own container, no less.
The garage is as wide as my old one, but with the shelves along the right side, it makes for a tighter fit. I have set up a temporary workshop in the basement with my folding table and a couple of the Pitney Bowes metal shelving units.
We made it through the flood unscathed, but a unanticipated consequence occurred to me yesterday: with tens of thousands of homes and buildings with flood damage, there’s a snowball’s chance in heck that we’re going to be able to get a contractor to work on finishing the basement any time soon. I might start in on the planning, framing and subflooring myself over the summer.
I’ll bet the contractors are rubbing their hands together. Make sure you don’t get a "cowboy" [in this case I mean someone who thinks he knows what he’s doing – but doesn’t [[doesn’t Holmes use that term??]]]. Where is the lumber yard?? Underwater? Could you imagine their losses? Be wary of plywood sales!!! Ugh…I sound like your father with all this negativity!!! So many things to consider.