Carpentry. Drywall. Plumbing. Carpet laying. Insulation. Ever since my enforced vacation from my junior year of high school, I’ve had my hands in the elements of construction whether I wanted to or not. And put clearly…the answer is “not”. I envy all of you who find peace in woodworking, it just pisses me off. But it’s a necessary skill, and one that I’ve put to heavy use just this last year alone. And no matter how irritated I get while I’m weaving my way through pipes to the crawlspace pump, or how many yard bags of rank, moldy insulation I have to fill up, there is that moment when it’s all done and it’s all worth it. It’s a combination of relief and satisfaction.
Fixing my house is one thing, but the shop is another. My little garage has been a godsend, the best idea that my wife and I have had in our time together after actually going through with the wedding. We started from scratch. Kevin from Junkyard Digs decided to skip the “from scratch” part and instead went for a former dealership that dates back to the early 1900s. In Iowa. In winter, because that’ll be fun, right?
Hey, we get it. Space is useful, it’s good to keep the house clear of business issues and to leave it as your relief from work, and having a place to stack a fleet of rescued rustbuckets is nice, too. He’s revived some of the most unworthy vehicles ever. Now, watch as he starts to revive what was an empty building into a purposeful shop!
