I woke up at my mother's this morning. I spent a good hour out in the garage, where I find comfort and a closeness to my father that is hard to describe unless you've lost your dad and end up doing something that he also enjoyed.
I noticed the vise grip on the work table. I remembered using it as a child, so long ago. I further noticed that it had been focused on a screw nail, probably for a long time. I couldn't loosen its grip. So, I used a very liberal coating of WD-40 and let it creep. After 10 minutes, I tried again. After a grunt or two, it came loose. And the vise works great again, almost like it just came out of the box.
I further noticed that there was no professional level in the house or the garage. I mentioned to my mother that we should get one. The only one I had was a tiny one from a dollar store. Mom mentioned that Dad had left a few things in his closet. I checked it out. Sure enough, propped up against the wall, was a level. It is pretty old. Dad probably used it for many years. And now, it is hanging up in the garage for when I next need it. Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad.
After lunch, I washed the dishes and returned to the computer I keep down there to do some transcribing of the Christina Fitzgerald interview. I should be finished it by later on this week at this rate. Darn me for taking so long to get to it.
I returned to the city mid-afternoon. When I got here, I took a shower and headed out to the Clive Schaefer visitation at Snow's Funeral Home on Lacewood Drive. Of course, I caught every red light there. Every. Single. One.
I arrived around 7:20. I remained there for about an hour. I met several members of Clive's extended family. I heard several stories about him. And I met more than a few folks who knew Clive from his tennis playing days. His lovely granddaughter, a recent fan of this blog named Keri, greeted me and we chatted for a few minutes.
The return to the car was eventful. It was raining pretty hard, but the proprietors of the funeral home lent me an umbrella until I got to the car. Then, I just dropped it off and returned home.
It is now past 10pm. I really should turn in. But Newbie is restless and so am I. Hard to pinpoint just why.
Have a good night, my lovelies.
See you tomorrow.