The word "erection" makes me giggle. Say it with me just for fun. It even relates to the content of this post, honest. But not for the reasons I giggle.
One of the major issues we have with our home is lack of storage. Our house has a small attic, a tiny outdoor shed, and even tinier closets.
In and of itself, it's not all bad to have limited space to stash away every little thing we acquire and may or may not have a use for down the road. It forces us to be selective. But obviously a place to efficiently store seasonal items, tools, yard equipment and a selection of sentimental crap is essential. Maybe not as essential as is air to breathe, but it's way up on the list for people like Wendy and me who just don't do clutter. Plus we need room to store The Boy's stuff. Isn't it a parental obligation to stash your children's belongings until they have adequate space of their own?
While renovating other parts of our house, the basement has served double duty as a storage room and a staging area for other projects---it is the lonely place our pool table has gathered dust as our billiard playing skills rust into oblivion.
The basement is almost more daunting a project than the other work we've done. It consists of four spaces: a bathroom desperately in need of complete redesign/redo, a laundry/mechanical room currently resembling a hellish dark dungeon, a room earmarked to be our guest room, and a rec room. But before we can begin working on any of it, we need to clear it out.
This weekend marks the start of our basement renovation with Phase I: The Great Shed Erection Project. (There's that word! Even typing it makes me giggle. Is there something wrong with me?) We have educated ourselves on the theoretical how-to's of the project, the site has been selected and the building kits were delivered yesterday. It's time to grab our tools and tackle the inevitable dichotomy between theory and reality.
Notice I said "kits." We'll be erecting twin 10'x12' sheds, one for yard equipment and the other for stuff too cumbersome to haul up the attic stairs.
Watch this space for an upcoming pictorial documentary of the experience. It's sure to be a hair-raising tale filled with drama and suspense, poignant moments, and more than a few curse words. Certainly there will be a moral to the story and a happy ending with the lesbian laborers high-fiving in celebration of girl power. At least that's the plan.
Can't you just feel the excitement in the air?