Doing a little Fall Cleaning this week. I moved the site from Joomla! to WordPress. Don’t get me wrong, I love Joomla! but keeping the site upgrades along with all the plugins etc, is a task, and is keeping me from adding content to the site. Hopefully now that I’ve switched to WordPress I can actually add content!
When I grew up a lot of other families did Spring Cleaning. Our Family, did Fall cleaning. While the golden leaves were falling off the trees, and when the mornings were frosty enough to sit beside a fire, we would be cleaning away! My brother and I would be sweeping, scrubbing, dusting, raking, and mowing. The most excruciating part of Fall Cleaning though, was cleaning the Garage.
My father has always been a handy man. Always fixing things around the house and the yard. Plugged Pipes, no problem. Hole in the wall? Patched. Air Conditioner takes a shit, Dad’s under the house. He also fixed and serviced all of our vehicles, including Grandma’s. This is why our garage was always full of the coolest shit, and never filled with vehicles. Band saws, drill presses, pipe benders, tig welders, torches, work benches, lathes, and enough power and air tools to service the entire UPS truck fleet. We even had a vehicle lift! We would make some awesome crap, guillotines, m-80′s(Grandpa had lot’s of gunpowder), potato launchers, flame throwers, armor, modified weapons, and eventually go-carts and rock crawlers.
As you can probably guess cleaning this warehouse of tools and machinery was horrendous! We’d have to pull pretty much everything out of the Garage; sweep, and then re-organize it to fit everything back in. Cleaning usually took the better half of Sunday, it was our monthly ritual, since we never attended Church.
The thing I enjoyed most about cleaning the garage, was just being with my Family. The other thing I loved, was being able to go through all our cool crap. I hated cleaning up, but it gave me the chance to reflect on the stuff I had made or had played with. I remember cleaning up this burn mark on the wall of our garage one Sunday. It was from a match that I shot from my modified BB gun that shot the the tips of the Strike Anywhere matches. I had taken a test shot at an old paper work-out routine I had thumb tacked to the wall over my weight bench, it immediately ignited and started to burn. I had to grab the old fire backpack to put that one out.
This Fall, as I clean out my PC’s (physically, and digitally), and as I clean the garage, and begin to box up my summer clothes, I can’t help but think back on those Fall Cleaning memories.