The Garage Is Clean !
It’s so completely aberrant and unexpected that I’m going to blog about it : my garage is actually clean and mostly empty. That is pretty unusual. This weekend Teri and I spent the better part of two days hauling junk to the dump and Goodwill, and all the remaining stuff got put out in the shed. Then we disassembled the big chrome shelves that used to occupy the long wall of the garage. All this cleaning was in preparation for this weekend’s big party, but still … ! We’re actually considering leaving those shelves out after the party is over. A clean garage is a strange thing. I always thought the state of the garage was sort of a paeon to law of chaos; as I recall from my university physics class the universe tends toward entropy. If so goes the universe, why then not the garage?
At any rate, we’ve successfully enforced temporary order and cleanliness in that confined space. It’s all at once beautiful and unnatural. Can this order be maintained? Stay tuned for an update. The smart money is on entropy.
For many years I’ve had neighbors that thought our family was mighty strange… we actually keep *cars* in our garage. Even when we had a garage so small that I couldn’t close the garage door until the front of the car hit the wall (amazing how sturdy the gell-based gardening knee pads are) we kept cars in the garage. It’s a pretty cool trick!
What? Some people put cars in their garages?! That’s crazy.