07-31-2019, 02:21 AM
Since I live in a condo, our home is over it's own two-car garage. My wife calls our garage the "Time Machine." Basically meaning that when I go down there to work on something, I forget all sense of time in the real world, meaning chore time, meal time, etc. She's developed a system of "stomps." If meal time is near and she's making food, she'll stomp twice on the kitchen floor, which transmits the stomp through the garage ceiling to me, assuming I'm not running a power tool, an engine, or whatever Charles Bronson movie I'm watching on the wall-mounted TV isn't turned up too loud. If the meal is ready and she's waiting for me, the stomps will be rhythmic and in rapid succession until I come up to eat.
If I'm working on a project specifically for her, such as doing maintenance, cleaning/detailing or repairs on her car or something she's given me to work on (painting a flower pot, etc), she'll come down the stairs and deliver the meal to me.
Before we met, I had a sizable collection of cars and motorcycles, and had an elaborate system of compensation with several single neighbors in my condo community who had one car, meaning half of their garage was open to park one of my vehicles. It was not uncommon for me to come home in a Mustang, let's say, walk down the street to another garage, get in a Cadillac, and drive away. This led some of my uninformed neighbors to imagine what I must be doing.
Due to family obligations (needs of aging parents), I've sold off most everything, and my wife has enacted the edict "No monies will be spent on the storage of a wheeled vehicle that will not fit within the confines of our own property."
Now, "within the confines of our own property" has some interesting ramifications. Before my father passed away, he had their house remodeled, which included the addition of a small golf cart garage. Not large enough to park a car in, but it will fit several motorcycles. My wife and I recently purchased their house so my mom could stay in it, so I could potentially rebuild my two-wheeled collection at that location. My wife is aware of that, and is currently very worried.
If I'm working on a project specifically for her, such as doing maintenance, cleaning/detailing or repairs on her car or something she's given me to work on (painting a flower pot, etc), she'll come down the stairs and deliver the meal to me.
Before we met, I had a sizable collection of cars and motorcycles, and had an elaborate system of compensation with several single neighbors in my condo community who had one car, meaning half of their garage was open to park one of my vehicles. It was not uncommon for me to come home in a Mustang, let's say, walk down the street to another garage, get in a Cadillac, and drive away. This led some of my uninformed neighbors to imagine what I must be doing.
Due to family obligations (needs of aging parents), I've sold off most everything, and my wife has enacted the edict "No monies will be spent on the storage of a wheeled vehicle that will not fit within the confines of our own property."
Now, "within the confines of our own property" has some interesting ramifications. Before my father passed away, he had their house remodeled, which included the addition of a small golf cart garage. Not large enough to park a car in, but it will fit several motorcycles. My wife and I recently purchased their house so my mom could stay in it, so I could potentially rebuild my two-wheeled collection at that location. My wife is aware of that, and is currently very worried.