Last Wednesday we had temperatures in the 70s. Last Thursday we had a temperature drop and a rain storm which put a healthy 1/2 inch of ice on everything I know and love in the greater Midwestern region I call home… Then Friday followed that up with about 6-9 inches of snow. (I know there are folks out there in areas of the Northeast and in Canada scoffing at my meager snowfall amounts, and ordinarily, having lived for many years in Chicago, I’d scoff with you, but the fact is that for whatever reason, my fair city really screwed the pooch on staying ahead of this one) The roads even now (on TUESDAY) are a total disaster, and schools remain shuttered… We’re not even going to mention the havoc on side streets. As a result, I even missed the family Christmas party, which really is a “can’t-miss” event, and I’ve been pretty bummed about that.
BUT, having cleaned out the garage before the change in the weather, and then being confined for so long with that clean-out bug being fairly active, and being REALLY aware that in distinct sections, the non-guest quarters area of the basement is anywhere from borderline-impassable, to being in dire need of a little TLC and a big purge. I’m beginning to wonder if given the circumstances of being relatively healthy-yet-housebound isn’t something of a message from mother nature to get my shit together and make that basement a more functional space rather than a dumping ground.
I don’t plan on taking pictures to document the process, so you’ll have to take my word for it upon completion, but I think we’re in for a long night.