Lurking Memories

Okay. I have this garage from hell. It has been that way for a long time. In fact it has been following me since I left Fort Meade, MD way back in 1989. Up until now, no matter where I have ran away to, the damn thing keeps finding me. Hiding in my dark and humid recesses of the motor vehicle housing devices know as a garages. Whether attached or not, two or three car capacity or even a carport, the huge collections of personal (supposedly) valuables lurk. Waiting for the day to topple over and make me succumb to a fatality of VBMBM (Valuable Boxed Memories Bodily Mashing). But, today is just another hot humid day here in the garage. I will not succumb to it's ugly head, raised to mock me, every time a weather advisory for destructive golf ball size hail blares over the TV broadcast! I cringe in futility of knowing that our nice car is not gonna fit in it's limited protective cavity. No! Today, I will battle that monster. No matter how much it will kill me to throw away those old hoses and bottles, that I now I'll have a use for one day. The scraps of wood, not quite long enough, but will work for something. Those empty baby food jars for organizing screws and bolts, even though that one coffee can I presently use is working still. The boxes of empty air, used for spider condos, old tires and bike parts. The cool recliner chairs that the mice love so much and bins full of mementos you can't remember where you got them from. Paint cans long gone on to colorful lumps swatches just incase you need a touch up. The quick packing of desk drawers 'cause you know there is something in there other than pocket change and that one screw that goes to something important. You just never had the time to sort it out before when you moved. That one box of old pots, pans, dishes and household goods that are still holding out for the big "Garage Sale". Valuable stuff. Yessiree Bob! Today, I'll have victory! Just as soon as I can find the damn garbage cans and trash bags!! Wish me luck! If there is no post tomorrow, send in the search dogs. I believe I saved a a few dog leashes and a wire kennel loaded with dog toys.