I have spent much of the winter in one of my favorite vacation destinations, and I’ve spent it nesting. Although “nesting” and “vacation destination” breath the word “Florida” at slightly louder than a whisper, I’ve spent my free time further north.
The urge to nest is displayed by animals preparing for newborns. My nesting instinct is due to preparation, however not for anything born new but rather the re-birth of summer. I perform much of my summer work based from the garage which was this winter’s nesting destination.
I have remodeled the garage about every third year since I purchased the farm. It started as a single-door shop then progressed from two-stall garage to snowmobile enclave and finally to it’s current state as a hybrid-a mixture of shop, garage and fortress of solitude.
My first act of nestination (nesting plus destination) was to remove the massive shelves I had overbuilt to store my one-time passion for vintage snowmobiles. I used the wood and particle board from this deconstruction to built one massive shelf from floor to ceiling. I ended up with mostly rough-cut two by sixes lightly tasked with holding up such heavy items as a dog pillow, empty cardboard boxes and a very small shop-vac. I had to climb to the top of the shelf, located closely to the ceiling, and fight both my fear of heights and a little light claustrophobia as I affixed the final sheet of osb to the stringers I’d originally recovered from Clifford Lindquists old grainery. (Clifford’s family were the original owners of our farm)
I believe I became a little obsessed during the nestination with peg board. Peg board is quarter inch board with holes evenly placed in which you can place hangers upon which you can store your tools. The sheets are four by eight foot and I found it incredibly challenging to hold them in place while securing them with torx-head screws. I some cases I had to almost spoon the board in a full-body, pg-rated body hug to hold it in place so I could use my hands to operate the drill. In any case, I like the look of the board and lost perspective as I covered much of the garage with it to the point that the empty spaces bare testament to the fact I have no more tools to hang.
I laid out some of that shiny insulation on the front wall of the garage, more because it was easy than necessary. I prefer scissor work to saws and a stapler completed the job. I was amazed but could really feel the difference the next day. It is important to note here that it is much cheaper to use the heat you’ve already purchased more efficiently than to produce the heat more efficiently-in other words, insulate instead of installing solar panels.
The garage looks nice and it is so organized I don’t want to use it. Perhaps I will just stay inside and remember how good it felt to deconstruct, construct, screw, staple, cut, listen to the radio and drink coffee in my favorite nestination-the garage.