About that railroad.
It rides upon us.
Yeah, it gives some of us the freedom to light out. See the world. Move the fiddly bits.
But it rides on our backs as well. It requires land, iron, people.
Or talent, capital, technology, and clients. Chrissakes at the clients it requires.
Not a Luddite. But the more infrastructure we builds, the more overhead we gots.
So today’s project interruption was a riff about finally taking our garage back. From a once usable space (best and highest use?) that declined Into a dingo infested weasel pile.
Sixteen. Years. That’s what it took.
Not particularly proud of the gap in service. But glad we’ve done some things for the better.
Equal thirds was my mantra, a metric I pulled outta my ear. But it was pretty damn accurate.
1/3-rubbish. Not even worth giving away, just recycle it. Like grind it up and start again. Rubbish.
1/3-goodwill. Clothes, toys, cribs, tools, et al. useful things for someone. Just not us. Not anymore.
1/3- back home, NEATLY. For use later, sooner the better. Some Christmas decorations that needed a better organization system, re gifts and re purpose crafty things. Some things we’ve been kinda passively looking for. But not pining for,obvss.
We’ve taken back the space, and two cars now sleep in the two car garage. Feels freeing, getting from under the junk pile.
Didn’t take all THAT much work, just some working space and some thought.
Glad to have our girls inside again.