Yet Another Brick Move

For the umpteenth time and with persistent back breaking effort, our half century old bodies have shifted our prodigious inventory from one room to another in our ever unfinished house on Halibut Hill – A dwelling that I recently began referring to as “Albatross Estates” due to the fact that it may never be finished, nor will ever monetarily realize its potential if anyone ever considers buying it from us. I cannot fathom the physical removal of all this LEGO should we ever pull up stakes, so enough of that talk for the moment!

Here I sit in abject LEGO splendour in my new Master Suite – now depressingly turned LEGO business office. You guys…the lengths we go to make enough money to support this reclusive island lifestyle have no end. I mean it! Who else would wait six years to get a bedroom finished enough to accommodate a queen sized marital bed, and then immediately give it over to house the most ungainly plastic brick scourge otherwise occupying every other nook and cranny in our rambling project home? Apparently this girl and her ever loyal sidekick, Mister Chick.

Many years ago amidst delusions of grandeur when our income support such fantasies, we set upon expanding our ramshackle cliffside manor in order to accomplish two things; make room to allow all of the LEGO to fit under one roof, and to finally make a bedroom large enough to fit a bed wide enough for two (yes that’s right, since moving here in 2013 there has never been any space for a proper bed…but I digress). That expansion fell off the rails in 2016 and has been on hold since late last year when we decided to again face the trauma of living in a renovation war zone indefinitely. The road has been rocky, but fruitful, and now we at least have a room large enough to close its doors after swallowing most of our bricks. Very soon there will be surfaces in our living area that do not feature clusters of brightly coloured plastic and oh so many Ziploc bags. I can’t wait!

In the meanwhile, the flotsam and jetsam of LEGO detritus that must be organized after any such big move occupies my days for the next while. For his part, Steven is honing his woodworking skills to build what shelving he can from leftover Ikea Ivar parts and scraps of studs strewn about the yard. All this while this website languishes lonely and unappreciated waiting for me to get back to tweaking and refining its many neato functions. Poor thing! I plan to spend tomorrow’s SORTLUG call giving it some love. I can’t wait to get back to “normal” and resume loading parts into the store. There are sooo many cool things yet to come!