Oh Yeah! I have a motorcycle!

Yesterday was a big day!  If you are a Facebook friend of mine then you know all about it.  I should probably tell you about it just in case you aren't.  Like my mom.  How sad is that.  My own mother refuses to Facebook friend me.  That's OK...I'm not hurt.  sniff

Yesterday started about fourteen years ago.  Unfortunately I don't have the time to go into all of that.  I will tell you that when people tell you, as you move into a new house, that 'stuff comes in by the box load and leaves by the truckload' they speak the truth.  In the interest of having the "Hoarders, Buried Alive" producers stop calling the house to see when they could start filming, we have been straightening up around here.  It never feels like much as you bring it into the house but when it takes you a solid day to stack all the stuff at the curb that should have been gotten rid of little by little, you feel it.  Literally!

You may remember that I have named my garage "away" because the kids (one in particular, without naming any names...The Boy!) consider that the place to put everything.

"Jake, did you put it away?"
"Yeah Dad."
"Well I just tripped over it in the garage.  Is the garage away?"
"Did you say something Spongebob?"
"Turn off the TV sport."

One problem that we have/had is that we created a section of the yard that was nearly perfect for setting things that would need to be dealt with "someday."  When we got new mattresses for the kids.  The old mattresses would need to go away, someday.  The lawnmower that became dormant long ago, someday.  The wood to bring camping for s'mores, someday.  The extra large ladder that would reach the roof of a two story house but has no 'place' to put it, someday.  Much to Sylvia's pleasure, someday came yesterday.

Our city offers a bulky pick up to the residents twice a year.  You just need to sign up, someday.  The mattresses that had been used to bounce back baseballs and catch arrows, gone.  The lawnmower that had become a modern art piece, gone.  The crazy lamp that housed fourteen forty watt bulbs and took three square feet of living space out of the house, gone.  It's a beautiful thing.  And in the middle of all of the shuffling and piling and cleaning and shoveling and clipping and who knows...I realized, "Oh Yeah!  I have a motorcycle!"  To be fair, I knew it was there and the Morning Glory hadn't completely covered it up, but it was in the back yard in the land known as 'someday'.

I would love to say that I put in the key, started it up, and drove it to its new home next to the garage.  I think you and I both know that didn't happen.  After we pulled the vines from between its spokes we pushed it out of the yard and limped it into the new "home" that will make it easier to revive.  If that is the direction I am going.  I haven't decided yet.  But now, I could if I wanted to.  I used to drive motorcycles all the time.  It was my favorite mode of transportation.  Since I was about five I had a couple wheels strapped to a motor under me.  I rebuilt my Dad's old Honda when I was old enough to drive on the street legally, as sort of a challenge.  I got it to run like a top.  And it only took me three tries to get the carburetor to actually let gas go through in the right spots.  I bought my own when I got a bonus from a crazy boss who paid a lot of money but made you work for it with mental abuse (but that is a blog for a different day).  I enjoyed them...and then I had kids.  After that, I noticed that some people seemed to not like the concept of "motorcycle" and would edge over to get in my way.  Others would speed to cut me off as I tried to make it around corners.  And my least favorite...I actually had someone, on a two lane road, come into my lane so they could run over a roadkill animal to splatter me with stuff that I would rather not be splattered with.  I never had a question about my ability to ride.  I began to question the sanity of other drivers and then the answer eventually turned to.  I think I'll stick to my truck.

But today nothing will bother me because we have a cleared out area in our newly named section of the backyard.  I have dubbed it, "Don't even think about it!"  We'll see how long that name lasts.

And when I say that nothing will bother me I mean nothing!...except for every single muscle that I used yesterday for the first time in months!