A dream come true!

A few of you will appreciate this -- the long journey to finally get my car the distance of -- oh, I'd say a mere 12 feet-- finally has been made, and a dream has been realized!

My car is in the garage as we speak! It's a little thing, but a very big thing as well.

This has been a work in progress, on and off, for the past three years. Weekend sessions of sorting, purging, dumping more stuff than is ever really needed. And there is still stuff in there that needs to be re-evaluated. The garage door opener was purchased in September - finally installed in December. 

I've been in the house now three years past in November -- my fourth winter -- and haven't -- UNTIL TODAY! -- had the room and the working technology to put it all together to have the car in the garage.

I have lots of overhead storage, but have needed to do a big purge of the Christmas stuff. As one of the reigning Queens of Christmas, I had more bins of Christmas cheer and decorations than I knew what to do with, so some purging was done last year, and last weekend again as Julia and I untrimmed and undecked the house after Christmas. It's always a bit sad to put away the Christmas stuff, but what was driving me was the hope that very soon, I'd have the car in the garages. I've purged all the Christmas decor all down to a box for the tree and six average size storage bins - a huge improvement from I'm sure at one time, more than a dozen. Now I can say that everything I have, decoration wise, I love and will put up again next year.

Moe and Guy came this afternoon to help with one of the final stages of the garage project -- hanging my bike from hooks in the rafters. There were a few precarious moments there -- are you picturing Guy swinging from the rafters, while holding one wheel of the bike and the ladder falling beneath him while Moe and I screamed and scrambled? It was like we were the Three Stooges! Not sure what patron saint was on duty then -- perhaps it was Guy's guardian angel -- but a scary fall was averted there to be sure.

Once the bike was up, I still didn't think there was room to get the car in - but Moe assured me with her great spacial sense that the car would indeed fit. So with grand airport runway flourish, I was flagged in - and -- happy days. A great cheer was heard - unfortunately, no beer for a toast. A big fat thank you to Moe and Guy for helping with the final chapter today.

Why am I making such a big deal over what for most is such a small thing? I guess it's all relative. I've spent some time last fall helping a few friends with some organization-for-the-nation tasks - purging, sorting, storing, repurposing, zoning; it's easy to do someone else's stuff when you aren't emotionally attached and can see past all the clutter to the vision that could be.  I've felt a bit of a hypocrite, knowing the state of a few zones in my own home that needed some attention. 

But as I tell my organization neophytes (and need to remember more myself), the whole house didn't get cluttered and unorganized in one day, and "slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, be patient. For it will surely take place. It will not be late by a single day." (Habakkuk 2:3)

And today was my day in the garage!

Best of luck to all who have organization as one their new year's projects.