So far, that has been the highlight of my day, and by highlight I don't mean sarcastic at all. Yes, I am home on involuntary house arrest while the van is being repaired...and I HATE being stuck at home. I love being home, but there's just something about knowing I can't leave which makes the situation completely intolerable.
So I decided to tidy up the garage.
I emptied the ice chest from this weekend's neighborhood event. While I was at it, I also emptied the ice chest from this weekend's baseball tournament. OK, I also emptied the ice chest from the day trip to DC...yeah, we have a few ice chests and are pretty lazy about emptying them, but fortunately they all only held drinks and bags of ice (well...water now.)
I put all of the errant baseballs, footballs, ping pong balls and basketballs in their respective corners and stacked up all of the goodies we're collecting for our upcoming yard sale.
And then I swept the floor.
Colin keeps the garage door open while playing outside sometimes, and sometimes it's really windy when he does that, so I must have swept out an entire tree of leaves and petals. Plus dirt from cleats and snow boots.
And with that, I prepared the garage for another season of toting ice chests, playing ping-pong (because the table is almost cleared off once again), and tracking in dirt. And I feel like I actually accomplished something.
A year ago, we decided to close our business. The business which consumed our every minute. I am thankful now for the opportunity to savor moments like this...when I find sweeping the garage floor therapeutic as opposed to a distraction.
