Yes, this is the view today
out of my office window.
It is very similar to the
view out our livingroom and diningroom windows, as well as my kitchen.
Yuck.
I’ve begged Steve to park
his junk piles behind his shop. I paid hundreds of dollars to have enough space
cleared behind his detached shop to park up to a dozen vehicles.
Between The Hubster’s
refusal to build a functioning gate in the fence that goes around the back of
his shop, and his obstinate rejection of requests to keep the parking pad in back
cleared of undergrowth, his ‘projects’ dominate an otherwise beautiful view.
I don’t get it. We have a
big three car shop that is totally stuffed with junk. None of the vehicles parked
in front can be put into the shop. None of those vehicles are drivable for one
reason or another.
Steve argues that they all
do ‘run’. Okay. I will admit that you can turn the key in several of the cars
and the engines may or may not start. But none, even if the license tabs were
current and there was active insurance on them, can be driven to town and back.
I do want to point out that
the camo Blazer K5 was fully painted by moi.
Yes, I am that good.
I love cars and trucks. I
love going to auctions and shows. I love a wide range of vehicles. But completed ones. And not background view
junky ones.
I have an uncle that is into
collectible vehicles. He has dozens of fantastic rigs. Every single one of them
is stored in a clean, neat garage space. Yes, he has eight or ten garage stalls
on his main house. He owns rental houses nearby with separate garages on the
back of the properties where he stores the rest of his collection, all
spotlessly organized.
My hubby does not.
Nor will he listen to my pleas
to keep his junk piles out of sight.
I’m sorry, but it is not a
laughing matter. Blue tarps give me nightmares.
