a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label sorting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorting. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Before And After


I didn't know it would take almost a month to get this organized, cleaned and repaired but I'm Finally calling it finished.  I had already started working, sorting and cleaning when I remembered to take a before picture so the difference is not really visible.  All the containers you see are things Hubby must sort.  There will be fine tuning as we go along but the floor is empty and a vehicle can be pulled in for work now.
Like kinds together
and ready for winter working.
Next project...the lean to...and anyone who doesn't put things away will be in BIG trouble. Dad's forge is here along with an very old drill press, I hope to see both of them being used soon.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

I Have A Project...

Those who know me will know I will be obsessed.  I was going to feel sorry for myself and curl into a fetal position and wallow in self pity.  I decided I can choose to make a big deal of the unexpectedly horrible weather or I can take advantage of it. I worked inside.
Here's my saw horse substitute
with my wood
and my saw.
Bare feet in the saw dust.
Remember the measure twice cut once rule?  Well it did not work for me.  I measured many times and cut many times and even had to shave the edge.  I had a ball!!!

I tried to keep up with the saw dust.  Rolled some rugs out of the way and went to work. I used a green pencil to make my marks just because that is the one I found.
I misplaced my pencil often.
Searching for the screws changed my path. 
I sorted and I won't have to dig next time.
I side tracked and added an antique purex jug to dust.
Chose some more brown bottles recently excavated
to top the old school desk.
What did I build?
That's another post
and a half day away.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Cleaning The Junk Drawer...

Admit it.  We all have one.  You know the drawer where every thing goes that we don't want to put away or don't know what is.  Yep, that drawer!  In most of my homes, it has always been in the kitchen.  Here I have more than one.  There's one in the mill chest, one in the kitchen and one in my sitting area.

I've been working on one in the kitchen today.  Inherited from my parents added to by all of us, it was quite the drawer.  I wish I had thought to take pictures before I began but don't worry I have other drawers waiting for the camera.
The Drawer after two thirds is gone!

I neatly gathered all my empty plastic containers, labeled them, nails, screws, bolts, washers, brackets and water things...things that have to do with plumbing or repairing anything that carries water.  I always have one labeled Things I Do Not Know. These containers will be combined with or join the ones already carefully labeled in my tool-construction-things you always need-closet. 

It's not completed yet, too many interruptions, like laundry, dishes, feeding the guys, but I'm closer than I was.  I now have enough keys to be a janitor.  Who knows what they fit but I can snap them on my belt and feel important anytime I need an extra picker-upper.
The drawer next in line.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Lazy Person...

This old mirror is topped with Dad's road sign.
It comforted him, during Alzheimer's, to read his name
and know he was home.

I oiled the wood in the hall.  The smell of lemon oil flows through the house and makes it seem fresher and less wintry.  Now, if I could just get around to oiling Grandma's organ and the other wooden items, I might be in fair shape.  Just a square foot at a time...

I read of many doing winter cleaning and I am embarrassed because I seem to accomplish little while staying busy.  Two jobs do that, then throw in just maintaining daily life...not much time left to do the extras.

I did finally finish Hubbs' quilt, a memory quilt made from his embroidered shirts back when he used to have a job.  I did catch him snoozing in his recliner with it wrapped around him so maybe he likes it.

I have eight boxes of farm things to move to the shop. 

I walk through the house, looking, do I keep this or that?  I see all the work that cries out to be done and here I sit on the computer...remembering Granny's words..."Lazy people count their jobs"!
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