Phew, I'm wearing down. My lovely wife has been keeping up on the blog posting while I've been trying to balance drawing, work, and construction assisting. We've been going for almost a month steady now, I don't know how Dad keeps going but he does. I get so sick of this kind of work. I joke about it but I honestly feel like I'm not built for these skills. Every tiny project I undertake ends up needing some major attention from the boss, he ends up having to drop everything and come see what I've screwed up, what it's cost us, and how we're going to get around it.
But maybe that's the nature of it. We had a neighbor that I really admired when I was growing up. His name was Barry Buchart. He had son who's nickname at school was butch. Cool guy. Anyway.. Barry Butchart once worked on cars for a living and did a little work on my parents car now and then. One day I observed him working through a problem with calm peaceful statements like "well this just doesn't make sense" and "how strange, why won't it start?".
I realized that that is how I wanted to problem solve in my life. With statements like "Wouldjya look at that error message!" and " Weird! What would make this hard drive crash again?".
These are not the things that come out of my mouth when the concrete anchors collapse while being hammered in. Or when I measure the gyp rock three or four times and still end up cutting it backwards.
Bless his batteries, Dad has been pretty patient with my incompetence. Thankyou Dad. I am learning some stuff, sorry for all the trouble this basement has been.
What do the Lepps do after a 9 o'clock dinner on a Friday night? Well..we debate about the idea of painting the walls upstairs till about 11:00pm, and then actually start painting around midnight.
It didn't take long, but then again I was just watching. Ruth and Dad are the paint masters. I tried to stay out of the way...
...tried to stay out of the way...
I'm such an idiot.
It's almost over Dad. Six days and counting.
