Last night was a pretty good night

Last night, my little family and I braved the elements and went to my parent's house to clean again. As far as I could tell, the boys were mostly tame, at least I hope they were. Shalee continued working inside and I took on the garage monster. Those of you who knew my dad, know that he had a habit of collecting things. The garage in any house where he lived eventually became filled to the brim with things. Mostly useful things, but then again, how useful can it be if it disappears into the belly of the garage monster before you ever use it? My brother Dave and I have been working on the garage since before mom passed away. It's an overwhelming task. This week, Dave worked there on Tuesday and made a huge amount of progress. Last night I cleaned the higher up shelves of their mystery contents. I wish I had taken my camera, so I could post some of the randomness that was found. Wow.

What surprised me most, was the feeling I had while I was working. I felt close to my dad. Most of the things I was moving, were things he had placed himself. He always spent hours puttering or tinkering in the garage. It was nice to feel close to him. Even when Bubba locked me in the garage, all I could think of is how Dad would have chuckled and said something like, "Clever little bugger."

As amazing as it may sound, the garage is 95% sorted. This Saturday, Dave and I will recruit a couple of boys from Dave's ward for one finalish hurrah before we move on to the village of yurts in the backyard. I will be glad when all the sorting is done, but I will miss the special feelings that sometimes come with it.