Marc and I are re-tiling the kitchen floor. While we were talking about how we were going to do it, I was thinking: “ok, I need a chalk line, utility knife, scrapers, prybar for the baseboards, etc…”. The funny thing is that I've never really done this before, but stuff my dad taught me years ago is coming back, bubbling up through layers of old memories. The chalk line is a prime example. Tips and tricks that he passed on while we were working on the farm buildings. I know how to use all the tools I own efficiently, and I realize that I want to have more tools, cause they're useful to have around when you need them. There are also some projects I've had in the back of my head for a while now. It's a nice feeling. So, thanks dad :D
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck