I love cleaning my garage. Our garage encompasses the place where our cars and boat park, my wife’s clay studio and my woodworking shop.
Steve Johnson and I were talking one day and I mentioned I can walk in the garage in my stocking feet. Steve was shocked! I really like it to be that clean. The “garage” is a multipurpose room, that not only does all the things above, but includes a spare freezer/refrigerator for overflow from the house, canned goods storage, a recycle bin for overflow from the house, and the path to the outdoor garbage can. So, it’s not unusual for us to be in our stocking feet when we need some spare food, a screw to fix a hinge, you get the idea.
The area closest to the stairs is where the cars, fridge and recycling are located, foreground and left in the earlier photo. Unfortunately, it’s also the area the cars track in leaves and dirt. Living adjacent to a wetland, we are surrounded by trees, so there is a constant influx of leaf debris, and leaves are my biggest cleaning challenge.
I’m an all-or-nothing kind of guy. If I’m going to clean the garage, I don’t just clean the woodshop area, I clean it all. If Brenda hasn’t used her studio area, I clean it anyway.
For both neatness and safety reasons, big cutoffs and chunks are tossed into a burn container or trash bin as they are created. If chips fall to the floor that are too big for the shop vacuum, I’ll start with a broom and dust pan. The broom is good for leaves, too, and if there are a lot of them I’ll hit the parking area with the broom. I have a super-flexible 2½” hose that keeps my Dust Deputy cyclone separator tight to the vac as we stroll around.
An extra section of wand from the pickup hose to the floor attachment saves the back of the tall person from the stooping pain he/she would otherwise experience.
The Dust Deputy prevents almost all of the floor debris from reaching the vacuum. I haven’t changed a filter, or even blown one clean, in years.
The pièce de résistance, however, is something you may or may not want to invest in. How much do you like your socks? Our veterinary hospital was once a testing center for Oreck upright vacuums. They would give us their latest unit and challenge us to tear it up. Not a difficult assignment for a place where dogs track in dirt and sand on their paws all day; where hair deposits are measured in buckets, not gallons; and clipped toenail remnants do their best to shatter Oreck turbines. Sometimes we would get a new test model before we wore out the previous one. The used units would go home to the garage, where I learned to be spoiled to an impeccably-clean floor.
I generally clean before starting a new project, do a little spot-cleaning along the way and clean thoroughly again when the project is finished.
Work, my “day job,” (and the bugaboo that made Maynard G. Krebs cringe at its mention), sets the pace for how many projects I get to do in a year, so it’s not unusual that the after-project cleaning is no longer evident by the time the next project begins.