I open the door to my garage and I am hit with a wall of the most noxious fumes and smells.
It’s my own fault.
I let my garage slip from my fingers into the hands of the wife and kids. I fought the good fight over the basement workshop that I wanted. But, I lost out in the end to a pet washing station. Clearly, the priorities of my family are a bit skewed when it comes to old Dad. Then, I went to war to keep the home office from becoming a junk room. Lost that battle too. But the garage, I just didn’t see it coming. I really didn’t notice until it was too late. There is no HVAC ductwork in the garage. The air is just fetid. It’s a mixture of paint, lawnmower stink, grease, car exhaust and various other stuff that gets chucked out there. The car now spends more time in the driveway than in the garage. Just to get the car to fit takes 20 minutes of rearranging all the junk that has accumulated in there. I knew I had to do something about this or it would just end up in complete chaos. The garage was going to stay in dad’s perview. I had the HVAC tech take a look at the situation while he was out doing the seasonal maintenance on our heating and cooling system. He said since we didn’t have any CO2 emitting appliances in the garage, a small vent would work very well. I went online and purchased a little vent fan that I installed in the exterior wall. It works wonderfully. No more horrible mixture of smells. This is the first step in taking back my garage.