It's a Maze

With the front door in, the entry framed in and the garage not useable yet we have a parking problem. Neither one of us are willing to be the one to have our vehicle out in the storms. Bill's truck has already had hail damage repaired on it and mine is still way too new to get dinged. So we park in line; one behind the other. I pull in as close to our armoire as possible. Yes, that is one of our pieces of furniture that is stuck with not being in the apartment. I have to be within two inches of touching it. Bill pulls in behind me and I wave him in until he is within an inch of  my bumper. He had to take the trailer hitch off of his truck for it to fit. So every time he needs to use the trailer he has to do a little extra work.

If I need to get into the deep freeze I go past the golf cart, open my second row doors, crawl through my car, close the door squeeze by the garage door spring and frame we are selling make it to the freezer. To get back I just reverse the obstacle course and can make dinner. Growing up our deep freeze was outside in the old chicken coop and it was easier to get to than this.