Less Than Nine Weeks To D (Departure) Day

Yes indeedy and I'm trying not to think about all that still has to be done! Hopefully we'll knock out a lot of it this week. We're at the parsonage to deal with the garage. We are NOT looking forward to this job, but it has to be done. We had whittled it down to a (somewhat) manageable mess in the fall. But then hubby brought all his tools and things from where he used to work and it just got piled into the center and we haven't dealt with it.

Where I procrastinate with the paperwork? Hubby procrastinates with the garage. So there we are.

But can't put it off any longer. *sigh*

Not sure what all we'll find as we excavate but it should be interesting. Hubby doesn't like to part with anything because of the it-might-come-in-handy-some-day syndrome. And that's understandable, having grown up on the mission field. There were times when they couldn't get the part they needed and they had to be creative, either making the part themselves or figuring out a way to "rig" the thing without the part so that it would work. So everything got saved because it really, truly might-come-in-handy-some-day.

Early in our marriage hubby was a little offended when he heard me tell someone, "He doesn't fix things so much as he rigs them." In my defense, I did NOT mean it in a derogatory way.

In the 29 years we've been married, though, he has come around to seeing the value in buying the actual part when he can because IN THE END IT SAVES TIME AND MONEY. However, that hasn't stopped him from continuing to collect every bolt, every screw, every bit of leftover material from any project... Which wasn't a problem until we started a small mini-storage business and became our own best customers. And when we sold it two years ago WE HAD TO DEAL WITH ALL THAT STUFF. It took months, the biggest dumpster you can rent, I lost count of how many trailer loads of materials given away or taken to the scrap metal place... I am not overstating when I say IT WAS A NIGHTMARE. But we got through it.

Except for the stuff that ended up in our garage.

See where I'm going? It's like the dishes or the laundry. No matter how fast you do them, they keep piling up! You never seem to get ahead of the job. So we have our work cut out for us. 'Cause I really don't think the other associate pastor who is now the primary occupant of the parsonage would appreciate us leaving our piles and pile stash of it-might-come-in-handy-some-day items. I hear he's of the clan-who-parks-their-cars-in-the-garage. What a concept!