Part 1. My son John and his wife Mary decided to sell their little house in the city in order to have cash ready to buy a bigger house when the right one pops up on the market. Since he is a Chicago Fireman/Paramedic he has to live in Chicago and the houses in the “better” neighborhoods sell quickly for cash. Apparently nobody buys houses in certain neighborhoods with contingencies anymore.
So a couple weeks ago we helped him move a couple trailer loads and car loads of stuff up to the lake house. A couple more went to Des Plaines, a couple more to his Father-in-Law’s where they will be living temporarily and the rest went into a storage facility. The storage facility was quite stuffed, to the point where you could not get into it unless you moved something out of the way. A bit frustrating but something that John could sort out later. It’s amazing how much stuff a young family can acquire in a few short years.
Part 2. Last year I had the guts of my garage removed and re-built. The support beams were sagging from all the junk I had up in the attic plus the fact that they were undersized at 2x8s instead of 2x10s. When the guts were rebuilt we used engineered 2x10s. MUCH stronger. We also sectioned off a single car section with header beams and opened up the area to the roof so I could put in a car lift. Which I did and I like it a lot! So as I was getting ready for the garage rebuild I did a lot of sorting and organizing and recycling and tossing out. I still had a lot of stuff but now I could neatly organize all the junk I had in a 3 car garage attic into the size of a 2 car attic. Looks nice and I can find stuff. Because the rebuild used taller beams, I lost 2 inches in height in the attic. I could no longer walk around comfortably so I got my self a mechanics roll around chair and I use that to scoot around the garage attic so I don’t bump my melon.
Part 3. A couple days ago I climbed the ladder to go take up and store some parts in the garage attic. My roll around chair which I always leave right by the ladder was moved over to one side. Hmmm... I thought to myself. I crawled over and got the chair, sat on it and scootched over to the other side of the garage with my parts for storage. As I started to put the box onto the designated engine parts storage shelf I noticed something different out of the corner of my eye. I turned and was faced with a full sized Foosball Table. I sat there for a few seconds knowing what it was, who it belonged to, but had no idea how John had snuck it up there. There are no stairs, just an old creaky ladder. Now he IS a Fireman so maybe he just tossed it over his back like a victim being rescued from a fire and carried it up himself. He can be as stubborn and crazy as me sometimes, Son like Father. Or maybe his Father-in-Law somehow helped him get it up there. But in any case I got a good laugh out of his method of making space in his storage facility. Anyone for a game of Foosball on their knees?
