Labor Day signifies the end of summer for most of us. For me it also is a reminder that the garage must be cleared out of all the extras I’ve accumulated over the last few months so Mike can park his car in there.
I failed miserably at keeping his side of the garage clear year round. All was going fairly well until I took on the big project of the outdoor kitchen at the end of June.
At that point I had to get to the stuff that was jammed into my side of the garage, all the way in the back.
So what did I do? I went in through the side, Mike’s side, and pulled out the stuff in the way to get to what was needed. Then came all the tools used out in the kitchen, they had to be stored inside at night, so his side of the garage became the temporary tool holding place.
Only it became rather permanent, as the outdoor kitchen became my summer long project with me doing a little bit here after work and a bit more there on the weekend between rounds of golf and graduation parties and what not.
So here it is, Labor Day. The unofficial end of the season.
Leaves have already started to turn color at the top of the silver maples. I can see the pretty shades of red when I look out at them through the upstairs bedroom window.
The air is cooler, as are the nights. Mums and asters are beginning to bloom.
The kitchen project is essentially done. Oh, there will always be some tweaking here and there, but it is done.
Instead of feeling elated at this I find myself looking around at the chaos of my surroundings….garage, breezeway, porch, even the yard; and feeling less than satisfied.
As a matter of fact I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed.
It’s never going to be all neat and pretty and ready for nicely staged blog photos.
Mike would love to have a big party here with our friends. I can’t even imagine it.
It’s time to start going through and getting rid of the extra junk I’ve accumulated and have no immediate plans for. That’s the stuff that gives me the most trouble.
The “Someday” stuff.
Someday: The many headboards will become beautiful benches.
Someday: I’ll get the piles of white cement siding blocks made into a planter wall.
Someday: Those windows will make a perfect greenhouse.
Enough! I’m truly maxed out on someday projects. At the rate I’m going, I’d have to quit my job today and live to be a hundred and fifty to use up the stuff I have planned for someday.
Yesterday I went into pare down mode. I started with the yard. There were pallets leaning against the fence, some wood basement stair treads left over from my Mom’s house that were going to become a square raised garden bed…..
Two, make that 3 areas where windows were leaning against the fence, lots of extra planters and pots I’d picked up last year, and the infamous piles of block piled up between 2 trees.
Eeek! This is where I generally bury my head in the ground and pretend it’s not really there. It’s just more than anyone can be expected to deal with.
But no, not this time. I want to have a pretty yard. Not a dump site.
I turn the outdoor TV on to keep me company while I start tackling the mess.
Guess what was on? A marathon of Hoarders programs. That is one show I’ve managed to never watch, as many times as I’ve heard people talk about it.
Oh my goodness. I could not believe the state of those houses and yards! I looked around at my junk and all of a sudden it didn’t seem like so much anymore. Not in comparison to what was on TV anyway.
But it made something click inside me. I suddenly wanted to be rid of everything. No more saving it for later, nothing. I just wanted it gone!
And so I spent my day pulling stuff out of the garage, away from the fence, from the shed……
And piling it out at the curb. It’s only fair that it go back out to where it all began. At the curb. There are plenty of curb-shoppers around here that will take some of this stuff.
The chiminea came in handy for burning up a bunch of the pallet wood and scraps I had saved. Anything that wasn’t pressure treated or painted was burned.
This morning this is what the pile looked like. If you’re anything like me you are cringing to see such good stuff out at the curb. I can tell you this, the trash hauler won’t take any of this to the dump. If it’s not picked up by fellow curb shoppers I’ll have to find a new home for it.
Yet even at the time of this writing more stuff is gone. A very nice gentleman just knocked on the door and asked if I was getting rid of the rocker.
B ’bye dear rocker, it’s been a great summer, time to go to a new home. We had some good times, we surely did.
And what about that nasty old pile of blocks?
Now it’s a planting bed. Or the beginnings of one anyway.
And those stair treads and pallets?
A raised planter, pallet wood all cut for the end trim, ready to attach one day this week after work.
I’m not done by a long shot, but I’m feeling a lot better about it.
And no, I don’t think I’ll be doing any curbshopping for a while.
This reverse curbshopping is rather addictive in itself.
If you happen to live in the Syracuse area, be sure to come by my house for some great curb shopping!
I’m linking up to Linda’s Nifty Thrifty Tuesday party # 28 over at Coastal Charm.