It is now warm enough to open the garage doors, turn on the 80's radio station, and start gutting.
The first item of business was to recruit some helpers. "Hey, Sweet Pea, would you like to help me in the garage?"
"Sorry Dad, I have a girl scout meeting today.", she sweetly replied.
"Well, how about you, Lady Di?", I inquired.
"Sorry, I have to take SP to girl scouts.", she quickly answered.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me Number One Son.", I pleaded. He cheerfully and willingly agreed to help as I dragged him away from the Boys Basketball State Tourney on TV.
In the garage, I opened the door to the attic while N1S grabbed a broom. After a few minutes of sweeping I saw him air guitaring to Bryan Adams' ,The Summer of '69. So I took a break to join him on bass snow shovel until the end of the song. Once our jam session was done we got down to serious work.
I asked N1S what he would like to do first, fill the bird feeder or set out deck chairs. He chose to play basketball. So, once again, I had to join him because you can't play basketball by yourself. Actually, you can play by yourself if you have a hoop to shoot at, but our street still has a snow pile right where our hoop goes. So we practiced our dribbling and passing until the chilly wind made our bare hands too numb to catch the ball.
By then it was time to take a break from working. N1S had a juice box. I had a Dr Pepper.
After our break, I decided that the Christmas lights were too big a job for today. We also couldn't do anything with the Goodwill boxes until we were ready to take them in. And the sand and gravel on the garage floor didn't look as bad as I had earlier thought.
So we went inside to watch some more of the State Basketball Tournament on television. We must have worked pretty hard because we both fell asleep on the couch until Lady Di and Sweet Pea returned from girl scouts.
With a bundle of energy, SP, danced into the room and asked, "Daddy, can I help you sweep the garage?"
"It's your lucky day, SP. I saved that job just for you."