|My son resembles the guy on the left, but with much broaders shoulders...|
On the house end of the project, we're cutting a hole into the kitchen wall and installing a new pre-hung door. A sixteen foot ramp will connect the new parking lot with the new door. Since this part of the house dates back to 1941, nothing is square or level and everything held together with large wooden timbers and spikes. A challenge! And major chaos!
This project will solve the problem of our cars getting stuck all winter and will provide street-level parking and wheel chair* access. From the main road, my property slopes sharply downhill to my house and further downhill to the waterfront.
* The wheel chair access is for myself in my old age, should my spinal condition worsen. What can I say? I'm a planner!
While his two older sisters have taken the university route, my son has little interest in academics but is highly skilled at hands-on work. His future career in the trades, be it welding, carpentry, wiring and the like (or all of the above) which are highly in demand here and well paid. I think his combination of intelligence, imagination and being a multi-skilled tradesman can't be beat!
As a preface to this next story, I must say that I try very hard not to have 'impure thoughts' about my male students. Really, I do! But one day at school, as group of grade 11 guys walked in front of me, one young man stood out... about as tall as me (5'-10"), slim hips, very broad shoulders, blond short hair and with perfect proportions. I thought, "Wow! He's hot! I haven't seen him before!"
They rounded the corner and to my horror, I realized that I had been ogling my own son! OMFG!
In my defence, he had spent the night at my wife's house (I had an evening meeting at school) and was wearing a new pair of the coolest jeans (he rarely wears jeans) which I hadn't seen before and a new long-sleeved T-shirt, very tight.
My son and I are very much alike, physically.... clones, practically but with me being 34 years older. A second Ahah! moment occurred as I realized that I had been just as gorgeous as him when I was sixteen..... but without the cool clothing (I wore 'bargain-basement' clothes or my brother's hand-me-downs), the professionally-cut hair (my mother cut my hair) or his self confidence.
I had no appreciation of how fine my body really was at that age ...... hmmmm.... missed opportunities!