Garage Diem

After something like a bt hits you, you're supposed to appreciate every moment. Seize the day! Don't waste time and stuff.

So after I ate a mushroom and cheese and garlic omelet this afternoon while watching the Cubs vs. the Cards, I hit our garage. And for the first time ever since moving in over seven years ago, I cleaned it.

I carried heavy stuff into the enormous dumpster in front. I threw little stuff into the garbage cans in back. I put whatever people might want into the alley.

And I rearranged things--little garden items here, bigger tools against the walls, car stuff on the other side. And I swept swept swept ancient poison and dirt that inhaling must have been like smoking half a bag of Drums.

and when i was done
all i wanted
was a shower and a beer
and if Karla were here
she would kill me
and I'd say
all I was missing was a boombox
playing the smiths or something
stop me if you think you've heard this one before

maybe tomorrow i'll take care of the attic
if I'm not too sore