Today, Tim and I, moved over his tools from his dad's garage.Finally ours is built and now organization can finally begin.
I was taken back to when my dad built his garage. we were so sad because we had lost our back yard...but dad now had a place to keep the cars out of the snow.
I spent a lot of time in dad's garage while he worked on his car. I love the smells of motor oil and such... the clanging of tools in his tool box and power that sounded from all of his equipment.
Tim enjoyed re-sorting his tool boxes, I re-marveled at my compound mitre saw and the brad nailer that tim bought me for mother's day, I bought him an even bigger nailer for father's day.
We thought it pretty cool thet we're both into tools.
Tim has a wet saw for tiles, and hopefully I will be able to score dad's router and drill press if mom will ever let me have them.
Next on the list of purchases is a table saw and a storage locker for all of my painting equipment and ladder systems.
While sorting things out, Miss American Pie came on the radio. I stopped, knowing that was mine and dad's song. It was released the year I was born.
I felt that dad had stopped by for a visit to see how things were going in the garage...
I was glad to have his presence there..
I hear that song nearly everyday....
I miss you dad.
