My life right now.
I love Fairport, NY. I love it like Garfield loves lasagna, like Bugs Bunny loves carrots, like flowers love sunshine, like fat kids love cake. I love it here.
I found a 98 year old newspaper in the attic earlier this week.
We've been cleaning out my Grandad's basement. Nothing's really moved down there since 1967... the year they moved in. I found a newspaper clipping from that year underneath the lapidary bench yesterday. My Grandad is really cool. He has more power tools and wrenches and hand saws and nuts and bolts and screws than you could possibly imagine.
He collects rocks. He used to mine gems and gold and such and he has quite a few cases of his findings, some in settings and some loose.
He carves wood. And soapstone. I think it would be cool to carve soapstone. He has all sorts of neat little carvings all over the living room and a whole bunch of half finished projects down in the basement. I cleaned the cobwebs off of a half finished carving of Santa Claus and a headless duck (the head gets screwed on when the generally form has been completed).
He likes ducks. He's carved a lot of ducks. My Grandmother paints them. There are several sitting on the shelf above my head right now.
He keeps all of his nuts and bolt and screws and nails and washers and the like in coffee cans. The basement is littered with half filled coffee cans. :-)
Company's here.
Samia
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