The bad thing about yesterday’s garage clearing

is that it didn’t clear the garage.
In the garage is near on to 40 years’ worth of accreted junque — some of it Dad’s, some of it mine, some of it my sister’s. (Very little of it my Mom’s — we’ve either garage-saled it or she took it to her apartment when she moved.)
Most of the junque is Dad’s and it’s primarily leftover stuff from his HVAC/electrical contracting business. I’ve made some inroads into that; got rid of a bunch of old stuff that was just sitting around that nobody would ever want to use, and I have a few more barrels of the same (who in the world needs heating coils out of a 1971 Bryant electric furnace?).
It’s just slow slogging, partly because most of the stuff has a story attached 🙂 I’ll pull something out and go, “Hey, I remember that job.”
On the up side, I finally figured out where the critters in the attic are getting in. They come through the garage and into the attic over the living room where there’s a hole in the drywall, but that part was easy to figure out. It was where they were getting into the garage that was a head scratcher. I had a feeling they were getting in over the gutter somehow, so I took my ladder around and climbed up to take a look…and found a five-inch round hole gnawed in the roofing right at the gutter edge. I’ll have to take a picture, it’s just frickin’ amazing. (And thank you so much to the fucking Mexicans who re-roofed the house before Mom moved out and we moved in. If you’d run the fucking plywood — ‘s’cuse me, the particle board* — all the way to the gutter instead of leaving an inch or more of air space, AND if you’d used metal roof edge like I fucking TOLD you to do, they couldn’t have done this.)
So now I need to call someone to remove the critters (I suspect they are a couple of possums we see wandering around here of a night once in a while) and get that hole patched.
Sometimes I wish we lived out in the country so I could sit out and wait for them to climb out of the hole and pop ’em with a .22 or something. Can’t do that here in the ‘hood.
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* Cheap bastards.