From the house which stands in front of the shed that is red comes another enthralling tale.
Like any red blooded American family we have more items in our home than can physically fit in the home. It’s part of the American dream, I’m pretty sure it’s in the contract.
Solution 1 is to get rid of things. This is a constant work in progress. My current thought process is to get rid of a diaper box full of things for every box of diapers we buy. The only problem is that the diaper boxes of stuff are piling up and getting rid of them requires actually picking them up, putting them in a car, and driving them somewhere to donate. So much friggin effort.
Solution 2 to the problem of too many things applies to things that will probably, likely, or maybe possibly, be used again.
Store the things!
The red shed is at capacity so we’ve got to think vertically.. or somewhat horizontally what with the house being a split level. We’ve got 2 attics primed and ready to be filled with crap. But back to the whole ‘I’m lazier than Hell’ issue.. every time something needs to be relocated to the hot box of fiberglass splinters I have to go get a ladder, mark up the ceiling and wall with the ladder, put the ladder away, bla bla bla. As you can imagine that doesn’t happen and the future semi-permanent attic residents have become permanent hallway residents.
Enter today’s project, install a ladder! I went with the top attic for this project. It’s a little easier to get into. There’s a slightly larger than 2’x2′ opening at the intersection of all the bedroom doors in the upstairs hallway. The opening is between a wall and the AC air inlet which I guess is why it’s a small square opening instead of a big rectangular opening.
Annoyingly due to the AC ducts above I could not install the ladder in the logical direction that would point down the hallway, instead it crosses the hallway and goes into a bedroom. Screw it. It’s done, it works, and it’s even painted! Couldn’t quite finish it without help and definitely couldn’t finish it without exploring my full vocabulary.
Proof below, God forbid somebody didn’t believe I actually did something today besides drink beer and mow the lawn again (both of which I did).