There was a rather large old shelving unit in the basement of the house. On it sat cans of paint (probably decades old) as well as some old glass jars and tin caning lids that were rusted. My job, on this particular day, was to take the shelves apart, but keep the large wood pieces intact, because they could be used again.
Actually, Tyler’s exact words were, “I want to keep this wood. Because I’m a hoarder.”
I think that was his response based on the look on my face when I tried to carry the wooden shelves out to the dumpster. I was pretty incredulous.
During this demo, I experienced a most unfortunate asthma attack-which you can read about by clicking here.
It felt good to be useful again. I felt on a roll. Tearing things apart, sweeping things up. Reunited with my friendly crowbar, straight bar and hammer.
The propane heater was on in the basement, and it got quite warm in there. Despite the 10 degree outside temperature, it must have been around 35-40 degrees, because I was working in my jeans, fleece leggings and just two sweatshirts. (If you’ve been following the Iowa weather, you know that temps in the double digits are practically shorts and sandal weather for us right now).
When I first started working in the basement, it was scary. I don’t know why. I just felt like it was some dungeon during the crusades. But as we started cleaning it up, I began to like it more and more-despite nearly dying because of it. I am no longer creeped out by our creepy basement.
I think it will make a most excellent (and super large) potatoe cellar. Oh, how I dream of seeing earth again, and breathing air not through a turtle fur, and my eyelashes no longer freezing together. Sweet, sweet dreams.