The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

I’ve been cleaning house this past couple of weeks.  Okay, cleaning shack.  All right, full disclosure here, I’m cleaning shacks, sheds, sauna, wellhouse, studio, woodshop, root cellar, anything with walls and all the accumulated stuff inside.  Started out putting some cedar planks on the bike shed, sorta Martha Stewart the inside, which resulted in a lot of extraneous boat gear getting evicted.  Reduce the clutter, keep the bike shed strictly bike.  Course that kicked a ball down field.  Now I had to find a place for oars and fishing poles and life preservers and tackle boxes full of rusty lures and monofilament tangles.

Undaunted, I hauled my homemade sailboat, the S.S Pterodactyl, scourge of  the South End Seas,  out of its drydock and cleaned it bilge to gunwale.  Sure I felt bad for the family of mice, but isn’t it more humane to send them packing on dry land than walking the plank some storm tossed sailing venture?  So that added more gear, everything from buoys to crabpots, to the growing pile of homeless stuff.  Eyeballing my lawnmower/chainsaw/ rototiller shed, I crawled in through everything from a 1930’s wringer washer, back behind truck parts of trucks long since scrapped and crushed, plus odds and ends of what some might hope were antiques but are actually rusted junk.

I emptied it.  Then refilled it, christened it the BOATHAUS, and moved the new debris out onto the lawn.  Some stuff got moved into the studio, some to the garden shed, a lot into the burn pile, a small mountain for the dump runs, a few things for the woodworking shop, some odds and ends went to the garden fence where objects of marginal interest get hung, but when the dust cleared there was still an antique store’s worth of my life’s detritus, although not really salvageable after all my neglect.

Maybe when the radioactive tsunami litter rolls in I can slip this stuff in down at the beach, scribble on some Asian looking cuneiform, then let the beachcombers have a field day.  My only fear is I’ll inadvertently buy half of it back from them at their garage sales in five years.  Course, maybe by then I can build a couple more sheds….

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