Head Tale

Okay, maybe not 90% of the reason but having a two car attached garage is pretty nice after fifteen years of parking on the street, scraping windows all winter and not one but two cars totalled while parked on the street (one kid who hit my car fessed up, one was a hit & run and, unlike the movies, I couldn’t catch the offender running down the street after him!)

(We had a detached double-car garage in our old house but it was sort of built behind the house and because we only had a single driveway and Shea and I left for work at different times plus the garage was full of junk anyhow so we never really used it.)

Admittedly, it took us about a month after we moved into our new place to clean the garage enough that we could even *fit* two cars!

Of course, the Fred Eaglesmith song “Bleary Eyed Boys” with its indictment of suburb living keeps running through my head…

Maybe you ought to get a real job, become a mini-man with a minivan,
Move out to the suburbs, get some interlocking brick and some oak parquet.
Get a triple-glazed e-bay window, with ceramic tiles and kitchen cupboards
Get your lawn sprayed every couple of weeks, and a two-car garage.

And here I am…