A Garage Full of Everything
The other day, Frank Ducker was showing us details of his British Lancaster bomber.
He was particularly proud of the greenhouse-style canopy and the pivoting gunner’s turret in the nose of the plane.
“I made these by molding clear plastic on a wood plug, holding it in front of a heater at about 250 degrees,” Frank explained.
The clear plastic was left over from blister pack packaging, the stuff enshrouding most electronic devices, hardware items, toys, you name it.
Valuable Leftovers. Like Frank, I keep much of the packaging that accompanies my purchases. Actually, I don’t know if he keeps all that stuff, but I do.
I can always use a bit of cardboard for mixing epoxy, thinning glue or blending a bit of paint.
Blister packs are great little tubs for mixing larger amounts of stuff.
Many modelers have turned plastic beverage containers and other sources of clear plastic into canopies and windows.
I’m not one of them, but I keep thinking that one rainy day I might just need a canopy, so I keep plenty of supplies.
Rubber bands? How could a flyer ever throw out a rubber band?
Yummy Foam. And foam in a variety of delicious flavors: foam rubber, expanded polystyrene, extruded polystyrene (Styrofoam), Blucor, Depron, EPP and EPP variants such as Elapor.
Coffee cups, butcher’s trays, packing material, sheets of insulation, plastic lids, drinking straws, tubing, wrecked foam planes… You never know when you’ll need a bit of some special synthetic to build a new plane, patch a model, insulate a receiver or make something unusual.
I keep the scraps of packaging and plastics under my workbench, mingled in a rat’s nest with bits of lumber.
Elsewhere in the garage I have a small pile of foam scraps. And nearby, a sheet or two of foam insulation, plus sheets of Depron and Coroplast.
Never mind assorted carbon fiber rods and tubes, fiberglass and myriad adhesives. Tape, aluminum foil, wax paper, string, wire, magnets.
And don’t get me started on more natural materials: balsa sheets and sticks, light plywood, dowels and larger lumber pieces.
It’s Ugly. The truth is, my garage is a mess.
A month or two I vowed to straighten it out. My good intentions survived for about three days, during which I cleared out some years-old junk, then I backslid into my normal cluttery behaviors.
On the plus side, I’m ready for just about any contingency.
But on the other hand, the effort to meet most contingencies overtakes my ambition.
As Steven Wright said, “You can’t have everything. Where would you put it?”
After I post this, though, I’m going to give the garage at least one honest hour of attention, clearing some workable paths to my tools.
Tags: Life.
August 5th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Now, how about a nice photo of your office, where you store all the just-in-case stuff for Armageddon? Yeah, you’re right — a little too scary for a family website.
August 7th, 2007 at 11:22 pm
I’ve been meaning to bring a couple of bags of the most delicious foam scraps to the field and see how long they take to be devoured. They are just all the right shapes.
It came from the packaging of our office furniture.
Being that we are all birds of a feather or foam - sorry - couldn’t resist… I know someone or maybe a few will look upon these morsels with desire.
My loving wife calls me a pack rat to my face…
I give her a sly grin and remind her that my middle name is Templeton. Just kidding…
August 9th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Pete,
Looks fine to me, what’s the problem?
It is organized chaos. The only thing I would do is to move that box off to the side, make room for walking.
Brian
August 9th, 2007 at 7:50 pm
We actually park cars in our garage, which astounds the neighbors when we raise the door. Also, about twelve planes. Ak’s motorcycle. A small workbench. Tools. Parts. And foam.
Life’s bounteous cornucopia spilled over, and I’m working hard to swab up. You should not feel so all alone …
August 9th, 2007 at 7:51 pm
… everybody must get foam!
August 12th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Is your wife under the stuff on the right or left side?
August 12th, 2007 at 6:59 pm
I’m not sure, Rick. She might be on the far left side.
Oh no! I just realized that she’s trapped under a Combat Wing box!