Carla commented tonight when I got home how organized I had the shop (she was outta town). Made me chuckle since she was looking RIGHT AT the new drillpress and 4 foot horizontal bandsaw!
I was gone on business for a week once, got home and Mrs. Arkie had cleaned up the 3 car garage all nice and neat. I was speechless with shock, because she usually stayed out of the garage. I asked her, "Did you throw away any of my stuff?" To which she replied, "You tell me." That was 15 years ago, and to this day, I don't know if she threw any of my stuff away or not, but the garage sure was neater.
took me a minute to snap to the sign also. But my shop looks like/worse than that. I wondered what the issue was. Last week spent hours cleaning and organizing that I could have spent building...it looks like I never touched a thing.
"I asked her, "Did you throw away any of my stuff?" To which she replied, "You tell me."" Holy cow...terrorism...I tremble in fear.
Its not packed up unless your crawling under things to get around. I realized my torch hoses are fifty feet long not ten feet after cleaning my garage.
MIne is never clean. When you are working and staying up till 1-3 in the morning It ****s to stop and clean when you are tired. I try cleaning once a month
Your mess is cool. The only thing I can easily access at this moment is the beer refrigerator......and we have a monsoon happening outside.
Picking my way through the random havoc in my spaces is always a fascinating experience...I find parts I haven't seen in years, and almost always find myself doing something much more interesting than whatever I had planned. Imagine that the great hurricane of 1952 washed the remnants of the local Ford dealership, the speedshop, and a really good junkyard all into the same heap...
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