I have no idea how this happened. I went to the garage to clean and ended up in the pantry. Now every time I open the pantry door I am so pleased at the organization, the neat rows, and the clean shelves. It looks great! However, every time I go to the garage, I wonder how I started – out there – and ended up – in here.
Granted, the garage is much bigger and a far more daunting project. I can see “choosing” to do the pantry versus doing the garage but that isn’t the case. After starting out in the garage, I have no idea how I ended up in the house. My subconscious must have gotten scared and taken over. After all – the garage is very big. There are dead Miller moths on the floor and behind things stacked up against the walls. I live on a dirt road so the floor is covered with sand and grit carried in on the car tires. If I open the big doors for good light, the blazing heat from outside comes roaring in. Who would want to clean the garage in the middle of the night? Well – no wonder I ended up in the pantry.
The one thing I didn’t find in the pantry was my steel post driver. If you know what one of those is – you know nobody steals those because they mean work. It should be in the garage but I can’t locate it. It has a spot where it is supposed to be – but it isn’t there. I will have to move everything and that means – well – cleaning the garage. I wonder what closet I’ll end up in next time I try.