You, dear reader, probably don’t care what’s in our storage units. But if you keep reading this post, you’ll find out. Here is the map to our larger unit I drew a couple days after loading it up last fall. The italicized descriptions (by letter) are translations from my chicken scratch.
A: The old desk forms the back of the…
B: …Tower of Power. In the diagram, this is the footprint of its pedestal, from which it rises to majestic heights.
C: The Barricade, which hems in and gives some potential support to…*
D: …the Lethal Jenga.
E: Bookcase of camping gear and miscellany.
F: The long table, which has boxes underneath, and was intended to provide a sliding hole for boxes that could be pushed past the [Tower o' Power]. The table, despite its depiction here, is also underneath…
G: …the Tiny Tower. Our DVD tower, which offers a small perch for items.
H: Various book boxes and decorations, hemmed in by the towers.
I: The Floatilla. An upside-down Target light lounge chair lifts light but large boxes to the chicken-wire ceiling.
J: The soft fill that cushions the Jenga.
K: Light, sideways boxes, wedged behind the [Tower o' Power]
L: More boxes.
M: Bed parts!
N: File cab[inets], stacked atop one another
*Its [crown?] also provides some space for the final runs.
And what’s the Letha Jenga, you may ask? Here’s a sketch based on my recollection of building it. I nearly accidentally uncovered it during my quest for boots a couple weeks ago; to do so could have tragic consequences (it’s a stack of precariously stacked dining room chairs, held upright only by the items around it.)
Are you sure that C isn’t the Lost Ark of the Covenant?
No, Mahhk. Pete is from Tennessee not Indiana….
The Lost Ark would never be that close to the door, though. It is said, however, that there is a secret second unit hidden nearby…
The Lethal Jenga is quite a deterrent. I will now think twice before attempting to rob you of your filing cabinets with the second set of keys.
The Lethal Jenga is dangerous because I built it during the height of my move-out panic; those vibes leached into the tottering chairs. Woe to he who unleashes them. Also, you may have forgotten, but I reclaimed the spare keys! HAHAAHAHA. You’ll have no access to our moldering shoes and filthy ice fishing equipment after all!