An Old Blue Sweatshirt

I was out in the shop yesterday, looking for a belt sander that I know we have someplace.  The shop, in all honesty, is pretty much a vortex to the next plane.  A black hole that swirls everything around and puts it someplace else.  A mess, in other words.  Well, a mess to me, to Rob it is Nirvana.  His place.  His man cave.  His happy place.

Rob loved his space, and he did know where everything was.  I think he had his own card catalog in his brain as to where he put it.  Pretty much like my kitchen or studio.  I know where it all is and can find it in a heartbeat. 

Sadly, I can’t find anything I need out there. 

There are many boxes that never got unpacked after we moved.  We had been trying to find “space” in the house for many of those boxes and the items they contained.  Unfortunately, the new entertainment shelves never got built by Rob and his friend.  So, having places to put these cherished items never materialized.