last night and this morning i stained a homemade shelf unit that we have in our kitchen. this morning, as i used varsol to remove the stain splatters from my arms, hands and face, i was amused thinking how normal that was for me. it got me thinking back to my first memory of using varsol, i think i was around 7 or 8 years old. joy and i had just finished taring the driveway. hahahaha. even writing that makes me laugh, because it seems so weird, but it was completely normal for us and i didn't think anything of it at the time.
i was talking to my dad on the phone the other night and he was telling me that my niece isn't a hard worker and that when her younger brother is outside raking leaves she doesn't help. he found this very strange and said "when you were little, we did everything as a family. we had you helping out with everything", which is true – including taring the driveway. i tared the driveway by myself for the first time when i was about 12. it was boring and my mom was at work, so i painted L E S on the driveway before i painted over it. for years afterwards, on the right angle i could still see my name written on the driveway even though i painted over it. i also remember that same day, when i was taking a break that a man arrived at my house and offered to finish it for me. i think he was looking to pick up some odd jobs, but i was just a kid and didn't have any money to pay him with, so i declined his offer. it's a family affair.
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