Oh, good grief.


Try as I might to avoid it, sometimes I have to go upstairs in our barn.

This usually forces me to emit a heavy sigh over the husband’s new acquisitions.

You know,  the ones he snuck in there without me noticing.




While I was pleasantly surprised to see he’d done a little organizing (read – shoved everything to the sides) and the floor was visible this time….




And also delighted to see a small section of crap had been put on a shelf.

A shelf!



(What? You don’t collect dusty old water stained cardboard boxes half full of rusty rivets and tacks…

Why ever not?)

A groan did escape me when I saw more bed frames….




And old rusty pesticide sprayers…




As well as whatever the hell this is in front of the vintage cabbage slicers.




I’m thinking I should make him use that in the baby barn to level out the dirt floor.

You know, as penance for bringing the damn thing home in the first place.



I  wish I knew.

And if you’re thinking to yourself, geesh River, that didn’t look so bad…. let me point your eye downstairs where it looks like this:




And this:




And this:




Enough said.



44 thoughts on “Oh, good grief.”

    1. That’s the indoor pile of lumber. We have a forest of it under the barn as well.
      And if you think it’s “not really all that bad”? Remind me not to spend the night at your house!


    1. The barn isn’t visible from inside our house, so as long as I don’t see him pull into the alternate driveway? He’s safe to unload. And yes, I may hoard photos, but they don’t take up nearly as much room!!


  1. You are a very, very, very patient and kind woman. 🙂 I can only imagine the horrifying residues still inside those antique pesticide sprayers. I would drive them out to a tire fire somewhere and toss them in and never look back!

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