Soon after I had the garage completed, I began moving the tools and such that I wanted out of the shed. I didn’t really have a place to put the tools, but I did have floor space, so that’s where they ended up.
As I was moving some things around and cleaning, my neighbor stopped over to see the new work. I mentioned to him that I wanted to get rid of the shed and he said he would make a few calls. A few hours later he came back over and said he found someone who was interested in looking at the shed. A few minutes later, he comes back over with another guy and we all look over the shed. He says he’ll take it.
The guy comes back the next morning with a large trailer and begins taking the shed apart. I was actually still in bed when this was going on and I only caught the last bit of his work. He was working alone and I saw him yanking on the roof. The walls started falling apart and the rest sort of collapsed. Oh well, not my problem.
A little later my doorbell rang and the guy was out there. He said he had it all loaded up except for the floor, which he would need to come back with some helpers in order to move it. No problem. Whenever.
Whenever was supposed to be the next couple days, but went on until the next weekend. but in the end, it was all moved out. I was left with the few items I did not throw away – some tiles, some flower pots, a plastic tub. And underneath the shed was a mound of sand. I cleaned up the leftover debris and moved it to my trash area so I could ration it out over the following weeks. I was still rationing carpet from the garage, too.
I guess I’ll have to get a rake and smooth out the sand mound and hopefully some grass will grow in the area.