The first day I blogged, I was trying to clean up my Dad's mess in the basement, which has been there since he passed away nearly 3 years ago.
Today I had a project to do, so I cleared off a space on his workbench. I needed to cut some small pegs...and there was his jigsaw handy. I needed to do a little sanding...and there was his belt sander ready at the flip of the switch. I needed a small paint brush...yup, that was there too.
I felt like he was looking over my shoulder, and pleased that I was using his things.
I still intend to get rid of his collection of assorted junk, but today I did enjoy some of what he left behind.
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