Operation clean out has begun.

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The construction and finish work on the Barn Mahal was finally done, so it was time for a major clear out.

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Giant piece of paint covered glass from the kitchen porch he replaced 5 years ago… which he’ll never use again but must be saved?

Check.

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The large wagon wheel frames my girlfriend gave me that I wanted to use as barn decoration?

Check.

But make no mistake, clear out does not mean throw out.

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It means stuffing things in every possible nook and cranny he can find.

Over the cars in the garage? Yes.

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In the newly remodeled and previously almost empty baby barn?

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Of course.

In the tiny room on the side of the wood shed?

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Naturally.

In the wood shed itself?

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Why not.

Those frameless doors he picked up at the dump because they’re free and he could?

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In between the motorcycles and covered with a dirty towel is the perfect spot.

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And lastly, things migrated upstairs in the barn itself.

Because, you know…. there’s soooo much room up there.

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And people wonder why I drink.

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37 thoughts on “Operation clean out has begun.”

  1. Whenever you talk about this stuff, all I can think about is all the videotapes my dad kept of stuff he taped off tv. You know, so my mom would have an episode of Yan Can Cook from the 80s or Wheel of Fortune from the 90s to watch after he passed. Or how he kept all those 70s Better Housekeeping and Ladies Home Journal magazines. I guess he never considered the possibility that he’d outlive her.

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  2. I count three old miter boxes, a hand-powered drill press, and either get hubs to move a bit to the right, or tell me, is that a treadle lathe? I think you could turn the upper floor into a museum. Tour the museum, shoot a round of pool, see the red squirrel, feed the turkeys and have a drink in the porch. I’d pay for that experience 😏

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    1. I believe there are 5 rusty mitre boxes, and yes. That’s a rusty lathe. He also has 4 rusty hand drill presses. As for the paid experience…. if you bring a slingshot and kill the red squirrel? I’ll pay you.

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    1. There are actually 4. One for me, easy to start. One for the ditches, small and lightweight. One self propelled, for the hills. And of course… a spare. Then there’s the zero turn tractor. We take our lawn seriously.
      🤣

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      1. We mow almost 3 acres… in the summer every fifth day. When my husband had heart surgery 3 years ago I paid a service to mow it… twice.
        I received a $700 bill.
        The day we’re too old to mow? We’ll move.
        😉

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  3. No one wonders why you drink, but I do wonder how you can find your drink amidst all the clutter. I don’t blame you if you never put your drink down. If you did it might end up over the cars in the garage.

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      1. I thought you might have shared some insights from this book last year. In fact, that’s probably when I learned about your love of chickens.

        Bwak. Bwak. Bwak. Bwak. Bwak.
        (What am I clucking about? I’m just laughing out loud.)

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  4. Just like a woman can never have enough closet space, your husband can never have enough space for his treasures. I see another barn in your future (or, with luck, just another big shed).

    You heard it here first.

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  5. This is just too MUCH, River. I’ve arranged for a plethora of medicinal liquors to be air-lifted into your compound Tuesday next. You’re welcome. Oh, and don’t bother to tip the helicopter pilot. I’ve already taken care of that, so don’t let him get shifty on you…

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