In the Garage

Back in the day, I spent a lot of time in the Garage. 

That was the name of a gay bar in Columbus. 

Oh I would frequent about four (maybe five) times per week. Well to be truthful, some of those days were spent the front bar called Trends. I was quite the Drunky McDrunkersen back then. At least four nights per week that would have been my name. 

The bar is long gone - though they unsuccessfully did try to resurrect it a few years back - and I can count on one finger how many drinks I've had this year. It's a different Blobby.

The times, they are a-changin', something's blowin' in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you, hon?

Now the only garage I go to is our detached one. 

The thing needs / needed two definite repairs and a third one which is optional. What we really need is a garage that is 3-4' wider, but that's not going to happen. We are dealt the hand we were given, and that we purchased. So be it. 

The repairs really need to be in a certain order. From the ground up you might say. 

So the first thing to go was the floor. 710 did all the legwork on this, as while I care, he cares more, so he gets what he wants out of this. I'm just along for the ride. 

Last week - or longer? - a former neighbor who does concrete stuff started on the job. Well, started and finished - in the same day. I honestly didn't think it could be done that quickly, but from start to finish it was about six hours. 

To make way, we had to clear everything out of the garage that was on the floor - which was a lot of crap. We tossed a bunch, but not as much as I wanted. There are hills to die on, and this wasn't one of them. 

If you click on the pic, you can see how bad the floor was. I'm sure the structure isn't original build from 1920. I mean, they didn't have Model Ts parked there.  

The Bobcat had a jackhammer attached to the front. Being the good neighbor I am, I contacted folks on either side of us, apologizing in advance for the noise. But they ripped that shit out in no time flat. 

Then it was sand, and stone, evening the drains, etc before pouring cement. 

The final product. Well, of the floor. We have yet to move anything back in, as I think we are liking the Marie Kondo look. But that shit we dragged out is NOT going to live in the basement until our next move. It goes back, or it gets tossed. 

You can kind of see the side door to the right - that is the second must fix. If you look at the bottom, it's rotted through. The leaves you see in the new space isn't from the big door being opened, but from blowing in from the hole in the side door. Of course, it's a non-standard door someone put in, which means we need a custom door made. 

Fudge. 

The third thing is purely aesthetic. 710 wants a new garage door. I'm ok either way. It's a lot of money for a garage. That said, we are in there at least four times per day (combined). We have other rooms in thouse we don't use as much, so I guess I can see the argument for fixing it up a bit. 

Ahhh....the joys of home ownership. 

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