Everything is big at the old house 

An 8 car carport plus a storage shed on the end and we even have 2 cars sitting outside. 

How do we have so much junk? 

The carport is getting a makeover and it’s not soon enough. Ratty looking and there is no where for the junk to hide. 

Here’s before. 

The last few weeks have been a little crazy. Dad was in the hospital and we were preparing for baby boy to arrive knowing that the carport roof was going to be replaced any week. We were just waiting for the roofer to call and say that the supplies were in.

So we knew that things needed to get rolling. What does get rolling mean?

We needed to get serious about cleaning up and clearing out. 

We started with paint. When dad doesn’t feel well but wants to be outside, you find something he can do sitting down.

Open the can. See if it’s still good. Put in the keep pile or add to the giant pile that needs to go to the dump recycling center. 


One of the many items Dad must go through. Old cassette tapes. Makes me laugh.

This chair was stationed strategically as I pulled plastic storage bins from a storage room that will be demolished very soon. The majority of the items in this storage were car parts. To be exact- Dads car parts. 

You name it, he’s got it

His job is to sort through each bin and:

*Keep

*Sell

*Donate 

*Or trash 

Easy? You think it’s easy?

His love has always been old cars. My love for old stuff comes very close to the heart. While I save old furniture, he saved old cars. When Steve and I met, Dad was into restoring corvettes. I’ll never forget Steve coming to the house and there were two vintage corvettes lined up in the backyard. I think he was impressed.

Dad is a car part hoarder.

Is there a tv show for that? 


So in between hospitals and babies being born, we have been working on the carport. 

Today, the roof is being ripped off, wood replaced and any repairs made. 


It’s going to be a long hot summer while we work to renovate the old carport but just wait and see. It’s going to be fabulous darlings. 

Love, 

The girl who forgot how tired you are when there’s a baby in the house 

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