I miss you dad!
If the link above should quit working, listen to Tears in heaven by Eric Clapton On Sunday, the handle on my kitchen door broke. Being a shitty Chinese door with non-standard size, I had to order it and it arrived Tuesday. Spent 3 hours on Tuesday and 1,5 hours on Wednesday to fit the damn thing, buy a chisel, hack out a bigger hole for it and clear the way for it to close, but I got it done. If my father could have been here, he would've probably done it in less than an hour. Unfortunately, he passed a way ten and a half years from pancreatic cancer. My father worked with wood all his life. He was a pattern maker by trade, working with wood , epoxy and polyesteric resins, fibreglass and all manner of solvent based paints and glues. He also made probably hundreds of doors, windows, staircases, and pieces of furniture and fitted hundreds of locks to doors and windows (I watched him myself fit about a dozen over the years). Not only that, but ...