I knew it would happen one day....
I knew if I waited long enough, was patient enough, and sat back and observed from afar....it would happen...
My son, (the appentice carpenter) came to me last night, after checking out my last display case I had finished.
I was ready for the smart comments he usually makes, like, "What is this for? What are you doing with it, why have you got that junk in it"?
But to my surprise, as I looked over at him checking it out, he turned to me and said, "What are you doing with those rulers, they're heaps mad, and really old...You're not cutting them all up are you? Why did you cut that one , someone who collects them would pay good money!" He proceeded to tell me, a guy he works with occasionally has one which is about 80 years old.
I didnt realize the impact of his questions until I went to bed last night...
I told him the one ruler I did cut (on the roof), had a big split in it, but the others I will keep. I know my dad has one that would be about 80 years old also, I remember playing with it when I was young, I loved it, and used it to make lots of things ,hanging out in the garage all the time with him...fond memories....
Anyway, back to the impact my son made.
His true colours shone last night, the signs have been coming gradually over the years, and although he is in denial still, he is following his mothers footsteps!
He has an appreciation of the old stuff!
He didnt get the 'display thing' , but thats ok, I can accept that, for now!
