Douglas' Workshop

Did I ever tell you about my workshop? Of course not. I'd have known if I had.

It's a wonderful place. Well lit, orderly, roomy. Along one wall are two workbenches. One longer than the other with a set of shelves in between. Above the workbenches are pegboards where my small hand tools are mounted, each one in its place, where I can reach them easily. Below the workbenches are some shelves where I store some materials and tools that are too heavy or bulky for the pegboards.

Across the room are more shelving units, each having 5 shelves. On the shelves are various supplies and materials. There is plenty of floor space where I can set up saw horses or a temporary work table, if needed. I still have another wall where I can put up more shelves if I find it necessary. There is plenty of lighting from the 5 foot fluorescent light units.

The workshop is well ventilated and insulated with a wall AC unit for the heat of the summer months and a small space heater for the few cold snaps we must endure in the winter.

Yes, it's a wonderful place.

It also doesn't exist. But if I had one, that's exactly what it would look like.

So I just clutter up one side of the garage instead where I haphazardly put stuff on rickety shelves that hopefully won't fall over. There is a workbench but I have to back my car out to get at it. And it's piled high with unfinished projects, old boxes, and miscellaneous junk that I have accumulated and don't have any more room on the shelves for.

I have no idea where anything is.