What a Mess!

I was sitting here minding my own business just now when I heard a crash from somewhere upstairs. Gathering my courage, I went to investigate. Had it been dark outside, I probably would have pretended I didn't hear anything. Daylight enhances one's bravery. Everything in the house was in order but the garage was another story. A shelf had given way and dumped its contents, wreaking further havoc as everything fell to the ground.


The garage is home to a lot of stuff (junk I say). But that is Terry's domain and I try to close my eyes when I have to go out there for any reason. However, this was a mess that could not be ignored. In fairness to him and his stuff, I did take a picture with my camera and emailed it to him. Wanted to give him a running start should he choose to come home and protect anything. (The heavy bag is mine. It's good for venting one's frustrations - especially when there's a lot of clutter around.)


He must have an instinct that kicks in whenever I get the decluttering bug (and this incident was a big trigger), because moments later he was coming into the garage - in the middle of the afternoon! I'm not sure what he was doing home, but I didn't get a fair chance at tossing very much stuff. As it turned out, most of this belongs to David anyway. I shoved everything back into the boxes and made a neat pile of it in the middle of the floor. Looks much better.


David has his own house now. No need to store his stuff in our garage. Must have been a message from the universe!