Echoes of Man Cave

TRH scheming

Yes, TRH (The Retired Husband) is at it again! Cleaning, sifting, sorting, chucking, rearranging The Man Cave.

Since we got home from the last road trip, he has been behind closed doors. I have heard noises. Banging, crashing, vacuuming. Ominous silence.

I have not dared to venture into the Inner Sanctum, the testosterone Holy of Holies.

Neither have I dared question, probe, or gently enquire what he is up to.

I knew I would find out eventually. When he’s ready to spill the beans.

Which he did at the breakfast table today.

In the middle of drinking his morning coffee whilst dissecting the daily newspaper letter by letter (I’m talking alphabet letters here, not the Hello, how are you kind of letters the postman delivers).

What he did was most unusual. He looked at his watch. Put down the coffee cup. And announced he had to go to Beverley – not a woman Beverley. A suburb Beverley.  This rivetting conversation progressed thus-ley :

Me:  Oh? 

TRH:  Yes. I’ve found a bandsaw.

Me:  Really? A new toy?

TRH:  Yes! he said, grinning excitedly.

At this point he became positively garrulous.

TRH: I found it on Gumtree. It’s a bargain.

Having shared his exciting news with me, he jumped up BEFORE finishing with the alphabet read.

Ooops! I have to go.

And without further ado he was out the door.

the new toy
The new toy is still in Big Red

Sometime later in the morning, he arrived back home. Our rivetting conversation continued thus-ley :

Me: Did you get it?

TRH: Yes. You didn’t answer your phone.

(Aside – this is an ongoing bone of contention between us. I apparently am negligent in this regard.)
Me: When did you ring?

TRH: About 20 minutes ago. To see if you wanted me to bring breakfast. But I gave up and came home.

(We hadn’t yet broken our fast at the time of his hasty departure.)

Me: I didn’t hear it ring. It was right next to me.

TRH raises the eyebrows looking skeptical.

Me: The volume must be turned right down.

TRH: I got a real bargain.

Me: Oh?

TRH: Yeah, only cost $200. It’s worth $500.

Me: Wow!

man cave shelving

It was at this point in time that TRH spilled the beans and told me what he had been up to in The Man Cave.

He has been decluttering. Filled all our bins up and left a pile in the driveway.

He has been sorting out the remaining contents and rearranging. Because I refuse to give permission for an extension he has been forced to think laterally.

He has created a new bracketing system for shelving so he can fix more shelves to the walls. He is optimising storage space.

It’s a work in progress.

 

anvil block
The anvil block has its own tool belt

© Raili Tanska

Steps for Peace 

This is the way of peace: overcome evil with good, and falsehood with truth, and hatred with love — Peace Pilgrim

 

 

 

 

 

 

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26 thoughts on “Echoes of Man Cave

  1. Ah what luck to have a handyman at your fingertips , so to say. 😊😊😊
    Wonder what wondrous creations TRH will dream up with his new bandsaw.
    Wishing you and TRH a very happy relaxing Easter. 😘😘😘

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  2. This was an amusing read Raili.. Because I have a Cave man too… His cave is so crammed full, he has to almost empty it to get to find what he knows is in there..
    He did do some clearing last year.. but I now refuse to go in there.. So he has to go to the freezers etc.. Great strategies 🙂

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    1. Thanks Sue 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it. That was one of the very reasons TRH has had a huge clean out. He found things he couldn’t remember buying and did not know what they were! He’s like a bower bird

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