I hope this isn’t too off topic. It does concern my shop, where I store cars and work on…most everything, lift weights, and occasionally drink a beer or three. I built this shop with the help of my father about 4 years ago. It’s a 2 car shop, and I fashioned it after a similar one in the neighborhood. It has a bonus room above. I intended to use that bonus room for my kids. I thought it might be cool to finish it out, put in heat and AC, plumb it, etc. I thought that would be really cool for them when they got a little older…and didn’t identify with Mom and Dad as much…and they had friends over to spend the night. I thought that would be ideal to give them a taste of freedom before they got all of the responsibilities of living on their own. A few years went by, and my kids got older, and the price of building materials got a little higher, and I put it off.
Fast forward to present times. I never finished it. I think I’m a minimalist. I do not like to store anything that I don’t intend to use in the next year or two. My wife, on the other hand, is more sentimental and sees future value in stuff that no one needs in the next few years. Subsequently, I’ve got 2 couches, a chair, an ottoman, a loveseat, my daughter’s childhood bed, and a sleigh bed stored in the top of my shop. 3 out of 4 of these things I objected to putting up there, but…some of you are married too and you already know to pick your battles.
I’m not decrepit at all. I’m 47. I work out 4 days a week (with my son). I’m 6’2, around 195 ish, and I bench press around 230. I started working out (again) when my skinny, tall son (built like me) decided he needed to bulk up. I run, ride a bike, chin ups, push ups, etc. I actually like to work out. Perhaps I’m a sadist also.
But anyway, my point is, I’m climbing the stairs with the headboard. My hands are hurting pretty bad. I’m kind of hating it and breathing a little. I’m thinking this used to not bother me…. And there are some things that are way heavier up there that I shoved up there a couple of years ago. So it occurs to me that I’m never going to finish this thing out most likely. And what’s worse, there’s some stuff stored up there that I just might not be able to get back down the stairs! Anyway, it got me thinking. I’m on the decline. I guess that’s obvious, but you really don’t think about it much. Or I don’t.
I blame my wife and her sleigh bed for most of this.