I finally finished sweeping the garage out today. My dad gave up about 2 minutes after I handed him the broom yesterday, and the sweeping job I did yesterday was craptastic...so today I did the entire garage, and actually finished it to the point where I was kind of happy with it.

There's still sand along the sides of the garage and I didnt really sweep along the back wall, since my mom's scooter lives there, and I just didnt feel like moving everything that's along the wall. I just got the big piles of sand swept out from where the cars have dragged in sand and salt.

My dad was happy with it (and happy that I didnt try to make him finish it)

My arms hurt now...altho it's a good kind of hurt, slightly pulled muscles. My back is killing me and is really not happy with me now. That's an unhappy pain. I hope I wont be regretting the garage sweeping later. (I have Baclofen and I'm not afraid to use it! and will be following it with a couple Tylenol)

It only took me about 2 or 3 weeks and several attempts (mostly half-hearted attempts) to get it swept up enough to make me happy.

They were forcasting heavy rain and big thunderstorms for tonight, and the weatherguy actually told the truth for once. We had HAIL tonight! I wanted to get the sand and salt out of the garage before it got soggy again. Trying to keep from dragging sand and salt into the house.

I may vacuum tomorrow or eventually sometime this week. (oh wait..the cleaning lady comes monday! yaaaaaay!! and she has a new vacuum!)

I think I'm going to relax with a Baclofen or three, and my Amazon Kindle and not move much for the next couple of days. I managed to accomplish at least one cleaning task this month.