A Little Down

Boy if it wasn't one thing after another today.

I woke up feeling like it was going to be a good day. Decided to haul all the chairs and foot stools out front and try to get rid of them.

I guess I got in too much of a hurry and over-exerted myself. Hurt my arm again. Back to square one with the pain.

And I needn't have hurried, as only one person stopped to look and then drove away. I guess I need to lower my prices some.

Then my sister called and told me that my grandfather had passed away last night.

Grampa was the second person in my life to show me that working with wood could be very cool. Right after my Dad. I wonder why the lesson took so friggin' long to sink in?

Grampa was a retired tugboat captain and a dedicated bargeman, plying the rivers of the pacific northwest for many many years. He could whittle cool things like wooden chains and a ball in a cage and he made the very first set of adirondack chairs I can ever remember seeing.

He started predicting his own end about fifteen years ago, not long after Grandma passed. I'm guessing every day after that was just a pleasant surprise.

My Grampa was a pretty cool guy. I'll miss him.