'Cept I'm not really even housesitting-- I'm just picking up the mail. But that's kind of housesitting, right?
Let me back up a bit here. (beep beep beep -- that's my backup warning) the parents were out of town. Agay-an. (Hey, Mom and Dad! Pssst. . . sometimes people own houses so they can live in them) And, you know, for some time now, I just really wanted to show some of my dad's work off, and it is his birfday, and like I said, they were out of town. . .
So I broke in. Brought the camera. Maybe I ate some food, too.
See, my dad has every saw/tool known to man.
I am not making this up. Do they make it? Then my dad has one. Or two.
Do you need some wood or trim?
'Cause my dad has some of every kind hanging around some place.
This is a list of my favorite projects from the Daddy-o, if you will. You know, a sort of, "you were out of town and it was your birthday and I kind of ate your food and violated your privacy BUT I dusted first I promise" kind of list.
So, you've seen the foyer.
You've seen the grandkids playroom:
Remember? Wanna come over and play, by the way?
Now we're on to the new projects. Er, new to this blog, that is.
So I guess I ought to start with number one.
My childhood bedroom-- the mural the Daddy-o painted. The one I stared at before I went to bed and what I woke up to for 18 years.
(and now some of you are collectively going, "Aaahhhh. . . it's all starting to make sense now. . .")
This bathroom re-do:
The Daddy-o just sees these things in his head and goes for it, man. Trim? In a bathroom?? Why the heck not!
The family room- (almost) every piece of molding done by the man.
The living room. Yes. Molding.
Is there a theme, here?
See, my dad is the kind of guy who dreams of ideas. He goes to a movie and thinks of new ideas. Eating? Ideas. Sleeping? Ideas. Showering? Talking? Reading?
Then he goes home and does them. There's always something new to see.
Take this art he loved:
He wanted it in his office; he felt like it needed a big, beautiful custom frame. So he made one one morning.
Or two weeks ago when he decided he needed a new engineer's type of desk. So he whipped one up.
He's got one of those brains that can see things in detail; and he can turn it around in his brain 360 degrees.
And then he tries to explain the simplest thing to his daughter:
"So you're going to take a 2 inch screw, and. . . "
"Whoa whoa whoa. . . you lost me, there. Dumb it down a little?"
So I guess what I'm trying to say, besides
I'm sorry mom and dad you can have Britton pick up your mail from now on.
Happy Birthday Dad!
You da man, Dad.