Hoping to have some respite from seasonal gluttony, my sloth like physical state induced by the usual non too healthy Christmas fare and descended relatives, I decided to take myself to the Orc’s Workshop this afternoon. This was in the forlorn hope of doing something productive and perhaps clearing my fuddled head. Unfortunately during the last few months I had taken to using the workshop as a sort of dumping ground for all manner of future projects. You see I have this addiction of ‘collecting’ items that I am sure will either come in useful, be restored for a handsome profit or just because they are nice and shiny. Surely there must be some sort medical help for such an horrendous affliction that leaves a man incapable of using his workshop for its intended purpose. Just think of the riches the scientist who came up with such a cure would be showered with, a Noble prize would be the very least of the honours bestowed upon her I am sure. And yes I did say ‘her’ for there is no possibility of a man coming up with the cure, it just goes so against the primitive man’s way of thinking I feel!
Anyway I feel that we are losing the wind here and there is a need to get back on tac m’thinks. Opening the door to my refuge and place of deepest meditation I was confronted with this unholy and damn shameful site….
I consoled myself with the thought that at least I would not have allowed the inner sanctum (barely glimpsed on the left side of the above picture) to fall into such neglect and disarray. I mean it is the nucleus of my thinking (scheming), design (doodling), coffee imbibing, working of mechanical miracles (hitting lawnmowers with various hammers) and general brilliance (lots of swearing ). There is absolutely no way that I would disrespect the Norse gods and risk their wrath by dishonouring the inner sanctum of the Orc’s Workshop, absolutely no way at all….
Oh and I did make a start upon tiding as at the very least I require a workbench on which to perform some minor miracles if the workshop is to progress…
I have a sneaky feeling that the work ahead will not be without issues and certainly a lot of time will be spent moving stuff from one side of the workshop to the other for me to be able to facilitate (ooohh big word) the changing of the w’shop from its present state to a functioning area. I also know that my use of the Anglo Saxon language will give the w’shop’s air a lovely blue tint.
Til the next time stay safe and enjoy your life.
John t’ shamed
If it's any consolation I have inherited a workshop in a similar state of fullness, and also have an entire stable block full of "useful things" which Keith accumulated down the years. It's going to take a wee bit of sorting out, but that said, all those useful things he DID accumulate down the years helped to repair and restore antiques, and an enormous old farmhouse. You have made good progress and have a to do list a mile long, but the first step is the hardest and you have achieved that at least.
ReplyDeleteThank you BB, you’re right about the first step being the hardest (I feel a song coming on) although I think that the next five hundred and fifty three may be hard too, there’s a lot to be done!
DeleteSimilar to decorating a room whilst still living in it. Move it left, right, left right, shake it all about, then put it down yet again!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds about right Dc, the garage Hokey Cokey ;-)
DeleteIt's a man thing. I have a husband who wanted to buy another house solely for the garage and the barn, because he needs more storage for his 'stuff'. We went at it hammer and tongs. We are building a house for ourselves, and will be moving from a 7 bedroom house to a two. (I'm okay with that. I don't want to spend all my golden years trying to keep up with a too big house). This will require downsizing, and I am making some very difficult choices on what stays and what goes. Himself on the other hand, has no less than 4 garages right now. He needs to combine them. I find it interesting that he sees no problem making me pick and choose, while he insists that he cannot let one thing go. His stuff is important and necessary to life. Poor man should have married someone a lot less stubborn, I think.
ReplyDeleteIt is most certainly a man thing Debby, you seem to be of the same mindset of my G when it comes to my ever growing collection of 'it may come useful one day' (I think that's a good thing by the way).
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