I have built a few garages in my life time, attached to homes and detached. I have noticed something about southern folk. They had rather store their ‘stuff’ in the Garage, than their car.
Now me? I prefer to push a button, raise the door and drive in out of the weather, rain, sleet, snow or just cold. I always hated scraping our windshields when the cars were parked out doors in the winter.
Many folk close in the garage as a recreation room, I’d still rather have the garage. I was talking to my ‘hope to be grand daughter in law’ a few days ago. She is now a registered nurse, but has paid many dues like riding a fire truck. She said they paid calls on the elderly when they had not been seen in a while. Once they answered a call that the lady had fell in her ‘stuff’ and could not get up. She had eventually died. Jennifer said there was only a path thru the house about 4” wide just enough for one foot in front of the other.
We Americans are addicted to stuff. So much so that we need extra space to store it. The first thing to go is usually the Garage.
I am not immune to collecting ‘stuff’ even in this motor home. I have a BIG empty space below decks now since I removed the lights, lecture and drawing material. I hope I will be satisfied to paint and read for my own enjoyment from this day forth. But I will probably fill that hole with something.
I have a mental problem though, I want to do every thing to prove I can. Once many years ago when Sherry wanted a new dress, I said, “I’ll make you one.” She picked out the pattern and I done good until the zipper in the back. I could not get the seams straight. My mama and sisters could zip right up the line, but not me. So I lined a ‘kite’ for the back held on by three snaps to cover the zipper.
My girl saw a small grand father clock she wanted, it was around $65. A small wall model not a floor model. So said I, that is simple to build. I built two of them. Something in me says I can do it. Therefore, like my buddy Joe in Nebraska (who lives and puts up with Lucy (LOL)), I hold onto things, I might need. I was telling someone the other day, I still cut the tongues out of my leather shoes, in case I need to make a sling shot. hahahaha
(This and pepper spray is the only weapons we carry)
Thanks for coming this way, and if you filled your basement and garage with stuff, that is your business not mine.
PSShirl uses her slingshot but I am not talking about it! hahahaha)
She sent me information by a guy named Randy Pausch, at the time he was dying of pancreatic cancer, he said:
It is none of your business what others think of you!
(Have you ever thought of that? Think on it. Really think on it!)
The ‘World’s most desired car’, a Bugatti Veytron, this one was run into a lake, one month after the owner in Galveston, TX paid $1,2 million for it.
(Not the most desired in my opinion, but if you give me one I will certainly drive it until it was sold)