Post by Mare on Oct 16, 2021 23:57:58 GMT
This bit I deleted from a post I was about to make somewhere else in the Dining Room. I don't think it goes anywhere, but don't want it to disappear, just yet. I was thinking about how far my dad went with what was bound for the trash at the studios at which he worked. His heart was in the right place, but this world taxed it so. He did what he needed to do, maybe in a haphazard way, but it was well and truly done and we had things to play with. He made me a barn for my Breyer horses, it had stalls and a tack room. (It was huge.) He made me a wooden suitcase that about two feet by 20 inches and 5-6 feet deep and its hinges opened up to double that, of course. It was lovely, all natural and sanded. There were bins to put my Barbies in and a large latched compartment for their clothes. It was really heavy duty. I remember him trying out the Footsie my sister got for Christmas in the garage. He got it going pretty good, but his cigrettes (sic) and his stainless steel lighter both jumped out of his shirt pocket and went flying in opposite directions.
Darts-my dad made a dart board for my siblings and myself. It was either cork board or plywood and he painted the rings he drew imperfectly in two alternating colors. The board wasn't to any specs and was hung on a huge plywood cupboard door that he had also built.
Usually, we didn't throw the darts at anything but the dart board. Sometimes we missed and the darts went under the big cupboard, skidding through the dust, spiderwebs and cat hair that you get under cupboards in a garage. That was the part about darts I didn't like. That and when I threw a dart and it hit the board with the blue or red plastic ass of the dart. I did not like the sound of the dart hitting the concrete garage floor. It sounded of flat out disappointment-the dart was disappointed with the one who threw it so badly. Me.
Anyway...I think I am trying to distract myself from the fact that my Covid-19 test results aren't in yet, and it is much easier to think about things that have happened already than think about what may be in my near future.
Darts-my dad made a dart board for my siblings and myself. It was either cork board or plywood and he painted the rings he drew imperfectly in two alternating colors. The board wasn't to any specs and was hung on a huge plywood cupboard door that he had also built.
Usually, we didn't throw the darts at anything but the dart board. Sometimes we missed and the darts went under the big cupboard, skidding through the dust, spiderwebs and cat hair that you get under cupboards in a garage. That was the part about darts I didn't like. That and when I threw a dart and it hit the board with the blue or red plastic ass of the dart. I did not like the sound of the dart hitting the concrete garage floor. It sounded of flat out disappointment-the dart was disappointed with the one who threw it so badly. Me.
Anyway...I think I am trying to distract myself from the fact that my Covid-19 test results aren't in yet, and it is much easier to think about things that have happened already than think about what may be in my near future.