I have realized that rather than blogging, I have been keeping a list of things to blog about. I will begin to rectify this condition in the coming days or so.
For now, anyone who doesn't know, I have been working on a construction project, redoing the plaster ceiling and walls in my parents bedroom. But that is not particularly important to the story. As I had appropriately prepared the room for demolition and the weeks of work to follow, I covered the floor with tarps and the remaining bed frame with some plywood pieces from the garage (cause we keep our own lumber like that...). At one point I was standing on one particular board when my father came in and after some other conversation said "You know you cannot cut that piece of plywood right?"
Well, I in fact did know that this was 1 of 2 sheets of plywood in the house that are forbidden to be cut. In this case, the reason is that it was the desk surface of the desk my mom had once made herself, and it now carried sentimental value.
During my work to follow the following thought came to me:
"My family is awesome! We keep lumber that we cannot cut for sentimental value, and we retire tools when they get too old."
To explain the latter, my father came up to me one day and explained that his old tape measure had reached an age when it should not be used any more. It is important to know that it still works... it's just old enough to earn retirement. So, we now store it in a drawer, which I have been made aware of, and have been told that this tape measure is to be kept forever, and saved, to be retired and remembered in all its glory.
Note, I am not being sarcastic and I do in fact think this is awesome!
