When I joined LJ several months ago I did a little introductory profile and a short shop description. The shop description included promises of pictures as soon as I got it cleaned up (i.e. shove all the crap out of picture range). All winter long I put it off because it really isn’t that pleasant of an environment in the winter, it’s cold and I can get it just warm enough to keep my fingers from frost-freezing to the cast iron surfaces. So any time I spent out there was invested in one minor project or another and only added to the evidence of my slovenliness.
Now winter is over and the danger of frostbite is over. As the sun rises, I can open the garage doors and my crude man cave is illuminated in the bright yellow glow of the warming spring sun. It also illuminates the pile of cutoffs surrounding the table saw and the pile of shavings slowly engulfing the jointer. The work bench glitters like a dragons hoard — except it’s a disparate assortment of handtools, hardware and the flotsam and jetsam that has washed out there from the house.
Thank goodness it is spring and spring is cleaning time. But now one of my chronic maladies interferes. I have chronic PADD (that’s Project Attention Deficit Disorder for those less familiar with messy shops). Sorting through the mess I spot the pruning saw – the apple tree needs attention. There’s that bag of carriage bolts – I need to finish that worktable. It’s lunch time – better check and make sure no one said anything stupid in the NST forum. Oh, the pressure washer was behind that pile of wood – need to wash winter off the driveway. Those deli containers belong in the greenhouse – it’s now or never for getting those seeds started.
So screw it. It’s clean enough for me and besides, I find pressure washing therapeutic.
-- Visualize whirled peas