Dear Diary, I moved here when I was sixteen. My father packed us up to move to Nova Scotia, where my eldest sister lived. When we moved here he took over her barn as a wood shop, and my mother looked after my niece and nephew Aaron. We all remember Papa Bill in the barn, littered with wood curls and sawdust, smoking cigarettes. It was his place. He made things and sold them. He fixed things. He was happy in there. He loved his tools.
Yesterday when I went to see Aaron, he said he had done some refinishing on his landlord’s front door. He said, “I used Papa Bill’s clamps.”. I loved it that as he builds his boat, fixes stuff, he is using my father’s tools. My father would love that. He spent a lot of time with Aaron.
So there he was yesterday, showing me these clamps.
After the hockey game, I said, “What do you think you’ll do tonight?” . He said, “Oh, I’ll tinker around the barn.”
The boat will launch in the spring. He plans to have one mast and a sail he’ll have made in Lunenburg. It will be painted marroon, with the veins of it varnished in a nice dark varnish. So beautiful.
Create beauty everyday in your own way.