1st December 2019
It was a day off from jobbies, usually that doesn’t mean anything, because things call to me from the garage asking to be finished.
I clear coated the small table one more time, and brushed a sealing coat on the re-paint dresser. Then I dug into the pile to see what other pieces can be worked on.
I came across a small dresser that looked like it had been rescued from the Titanic. The plywood sides had delaminated due to some serious water damage, and it was in really bad condition. I am not a miracle worker, and this piece would need completely dismantled and re-built.
I ventured deeper into the jungle of furniture until I found the drawer-less dresser. I had some thoughts around what I would turn it into, but the blinding flash of inspiration took me by surprise. The drawers from the Titanic fitted height wise into the top part of the drawer-less dresser. I could cut down one drawer to fit in the middle part, and Bob’s your uncle. This will be my side project.
We took a trip out to Goodwill on our side of town and found a small dresser that we snapped up to possibly sell on as it was.
We heard from Matt that the church that Mom and Dad attended raised a considerable amount towards the funeral expenses. That surprised me that in this capitalist country there is a socialist element to it, I wonder if they have made the connection yet?
Later in the evening, as we were watching something on the TV, I put my hand on Kelli’s nose and gripped the end like I was holding it. She immediately started to cry, this was one of the gestures her dad did when she was a kid. She had never told me of this event, and I had never done it before, this was bazaar, I had no idea why I did it.
Another Lifetime to go 