To install a garage door, we have to actually have a ceiling, not just the flimsy criss-cross of junk wood to which the former homeowner precariously attached a non-functioning garage door opener. The boys of the house have been talking about remodeling the garage and putting in a train table for years. The time has come.
Right now, everything we had in the garage is on the deck. Worse, the place best suited to protect all of the precious holiday decorations and my power tools is the portion of the deck that is the first thing a visitor sees when they walk in my house. We look like we're waiting for the film crew for the tv show "Hoarders" to arrive. I have to explain to everyone coming in that we do not save everything we've ever received. It just looks like it. This will be my living room view for the next four to five weeks, all the more reason to hide out in the studio as frequently as possible.Today I have to sit in the living room with my laptop, playing with my Bamboo graphics tablet with my back to this mess and available for the electrician when he has questions. I can live with a little chaos.