© 2014 Lynsey

After the agony…


Sometimes I wish my Dad could see me now.

He died back in 1990, so he’s been out of my life, in a physical sense, a long time. He’s with me on a daily basis, in an emotional sense.

Today I completed the trestles that are supporting the print drawers. I found a design on the net, ignored it, and made up my own. Some of the materials I bought, but the rest I had from previous jobs.

I used some of Dad’s tools to complete the job – that’s his old spirit level in the back corner checking that I got the trestles exactly the right height so the drawers line up with the desk. As near to perfect as I can mange, by the way.

That’s my spirit level on the front corner, I’m about to make us a celebratory Piña Colada.

Dad probably wouldn’t have approved of my drinking, but he would’ve approved of my workmanship on the trestles, that I made up my own design, and that I had some materials on hand.

Sorry Dad, you can’t do everything right.

Manifesto
41. Every day use your mind. It is the greatest technology ever created.
42. Every day celebrate. Who you are. What you have achieved. Things that matter to you.
44. Every day remember how far you have come.

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