It took five hours, but our garage is cleared out.
This isn’t the two-car, well-lit, garage-door-opener garage of my childhood. Nope. This is the 1939 version complete with a dirt floor, antique cobwebs, fauna, and a padlock.
In total, we had three sets of patio furniture. The one we use, the one left with the house, and the set our neighbors were fortunate enough to offer to us the morning of my brother’s welcome home BBQ.
TB’s armoire had been holding the hand-me-down hammock while several old storm windows, 2×12’s, and drywall fought with the wheelbarrow and the lawnmower for space.
We called friends – particularly a friend building a cabin up north with remnants, offered up the unused goods to our neighbors, and then left the rest for the alley trollers.
In our fair metropolis, old beater pick up trucks wander up and down the city’s system of alleyways searching for the treasures of one man’s trash. Within two days, 90% was taken. Within a week, everything down to the ‘FREE’ sign had found a new home.
I’m proud that the guts of the garage will be recycled by some crafty alley trollers. It was also a nice reminder to never leave the garage open and unattended.
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