the garage:
no less than six bicycles, two motorcycles (possibly functional), one motorcycle (boxed), two pairs of cross-country skis, a gas grill, five cases of beer, a box of sprouting tubers, our old kitchen cabinets, a folding boat, several vacuum cleaners (probably nonfunctional), pieces of at least three home-gym machines, a basket of dried gourds, a table saw, a bookshelf, two cat carriers (one circa 1970), what was at one time a workbench now piled a foot high with stuff, tools, ladders, a sack of onions, tires, a machine i don't recognize, boxes of photos, three coolers, two fans, boxes labeled "garage," bags of plastic recycling, bags of stuffed animals from our childhood, rakes, brooms, fishing things, gardening things, cans of paint, an instant canopy "64 sq. ft. of shade" never opened, an old tape deck radio, strings of christmas lights, a saddle, pieces of wood in all shapes and sizes, old suitcases, folding chairs, a broken chair, and a roll of white mock-tile linoleum.

just outside of the garage sit one 1962 triumph TR-something (was last functional when i was about nine, nineteen years ago, and has rarely been seen outside its blue tarp wrapping ever since), six rubbish/recycling bins, two stacks of plastic chairs, and a section of white picket fence.