Down in Victoria doing a partial renovation on my son’s apartment. Deck, kitchen, laundry room. We will try to get some new flooring down as well. Maybe. But there is not enough time for us, really. A little over a week is a tight schedule by our work routines. Typically, I just have the supplies laid in by that time- still rubbing the sleep from my eyes on day four as a rule.
But this ‘job’ is different. We are all goin’ at it. Sally is doing the electrical. W’fers are the muscle and my ‘gophers’. Son is the ‘owner’ and major demolisher, hard decision-maker and all ’round ‘go-to’ guy. I get to be the supervisor for once in my relationship with my son. He acceeds construction knowledge to me. That’s nice, misplaced as it is.
“Take what you can get, Dave. Most fathers are considered dorks in all things. At least you have construction”.
I know that. I am not complaining. NOT in the least. His fierce streak of independence has made him a joy to raise. Honest. My son was basically an independent person from the age of ten. And I am a dork! He simply didn’t need parenting except on rare and unusual situations (at which times he really needed a guardian angel). He managed to grow up basically on his own terms and they are all good ones. Hell, we had to force money on him now and then and make him buy clothes when the old (decades) ‘comfortable’ ones were literally falling off. (He would have made a great orphan and I am pretty sure that option was under his consideration at times). He just never cared about much of any kind of consumerism (exceptions; travel, motorcycles and dog treats). And this renovation fliers in the face of his frugal nature. “What is the cost of doors?!! Hell, no! We don’t need no stinkin’ doors!” So, we are cherry-picking Craigslist when we have time.
But we have so little time.
Today we deck the deck, build the railing, frame the new door and demolish a few things to get at it all. And I’ll try to get you an update again in a few days.
Dateline: Victoria. Tusday, July 22. And it’s all good.