have a garage

...but in actuality, if I had a garage, would I just fill it up with more crap?

So if I follow the rule of, if it is empty, fill it, the less empty space to begin with, the better.

Reminds me of my Mom and Step-dad’s garage, full of sixty-some years of stuff from two marriages (where both opposite spouses passed previously, leaving each of them in possession of everything) and four kids. I hope for them, but they may never be able to pull in a car into their two and 1/2 car garage for all the stuff piled taller than me.

Perhaps if I have to work out of the dining room it is in fact better, like having to write poetry within the constraints of a sonnet (though it often feels like sestina).

How I yearn for a space in which I can do all the things I am driven to do. Living in the area my wife and I are in, even a 10 by 10 foot room is usually over $300 a month(if you can find one), and that may not even be ideal, no sink or other missing peices to the puzzle that I really need to make the things I want to make.

I’d work out nice with my other To Do of starting a screen print co-op if I could find a space whose leasor would allow me to share. Then I might not want my own garage so much.

But damn. It would be wonderful.