Tuesday, February 2, 2010
When it comes to wood working skills my father has them. While I was at home he was busying himself with the making of wooden creations for his four grandchildren. Our own home is filled with forgotten wooden trucks and hand shaped rolling pins, relics of our childhood, made by dad years ago.
I went to the wood working shop to spend time with him. He told me over and over again that I was making him nervous. When he finished the truck he was less than satisfied with the product. I didn't know what to say, because I thought that it was beautiful.