I called my dad and he said “that’s what you get for using that fucked up carpet.”
He means this stuff. We put in Legato tiles before the kids moved in for two reasons – I’m allergic to carpet padding and this stuff is really really nice. We did both kids rooms for less than $500 and it’s PLUSH. Also, if it stains, you just jerk it up and put down a new tile. With 3 large dogs, 3 kids, and 2 cats – this is very useful. Poop and barf are daily events in our house. (This is also why all our furniture is leather and the rest of the house is done in laminate wood flooring.)
However, it also means that it only took me 10 minutes to repair the entire room – all by myself. Once Dad calmed me down, I talked to the girl child about money. If she’s going to tear stuff up, I’m not going to have any money to buy her pretty clothes or cool toys. I let her know that if she keeps tearing up the house, I will take her existing toys down to the kids’ only second-hand store and sell them until I had enough to pay for repairs. On one income, we don’t have enough to cover her tantrums.
She seemed sobered up by that, so we went out to do our errands. We were going to take Dad to lunch but he was covered up at work and this migraine was already starting. It’s one of those “everything touching my skin hurts” kinds so I’m not laying down for now. Once the pain meds kick in, I may be able to.
We did, however, stop and see Dad at his shop. Even with his hands covered in grease he saw what I had and snatched it up. I made him a clock out of an obsolete Bigfoot hard drive and a hammered metal picture frame. As I’m yelling “don’t scratch the drive!” he’s showing his buddies at work. I told the kids to stay put (they don’t know shop etiquette yet) and caught up to him as he’s telling the other mechanics “look what Cyndi made – it’s a hard drive!” I didn’t even get to get a picture of it before he ran off with it!
We hugged and he informed me that he would start taking apart his old hard drives for me to make stuff out of. Two weeks ago, I had to practically STEAL the hard drives from him to make this batch of clocks. We had the “if it’s got less memory than a flash stick, is it considered ‘good'” conversation. He even gave me two nice torque drivers to take apart the ones from last time. He apparently approves of their new functionality.
Bigfoot drives come in two discs, so the other one is on Shaun’s workbench. I accidentally scratched it while adding some detailing, so I’m going to have to figure out what to do with it. I’m thinking I’ll lightly sand all of it in a swirl pattern to give it a brushed metal look, then coat it with acrylic sealant. I really hope it works because the metal detailing on it is beautiful. If need be, though, I’ll paint it. The shape is nice enough to keep, even if I ruined the face.
The AC guy should be here soon. If the central air did die, we’re just going to put in a couple of window units until our next tax return. Dad has one he said he’d give me and we can afford another window unit. The main part of our house is only 1100 square feet, so that should keep us from melting until we have a more secure income.
There was a conversation on Etsy about a week ago that is sticking with me. It was about whether to give stuff to family or to make them go through the business. I was on the 100% free for family side but it shocked me how many people said “if I were a retail store, I wouldn’t give them anything. Why should I now?” I just think that’s sad. I know a lot of families aren’t as close as my immediate clan is, and I can understand that some people’s families are little more than genetically bonded. I just know that if I didn’t have my family, I would be up shit creek without a paddle. We support each other and if any single one of us is doing without, the rest of us are there chipping in. It’s like a commune except for the whole living under one roof part – we have 4 roofs in a 15 mile radius. We did only have two, but then Mom’s family decided to leave paradise to join the commune. We do huge family gatherings every other Sunday and two days from now, even Dad’s mom is coming. My family is the reason that me and my sister can stay at home with our kids. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. To me, if Mom and Dad asked for everything I’ve ever made, I’d give it to them and call it a fair trade.
Family isn’t about whose blood you have. It’s about who you care about. ~ South Park