In this box are the pieces and parts of a stool that belonged to my grandpa. I decided a while ago (I’m embarrased to say how long) to fix it up.
I bought all the materials;
devised the cardboard-box-filled-with-packing-peanuts-painting-station where the stool is now stored;
took it apart;
and gave it a good sanding and priming.
And that was it. The dismantled stool – painters’ tape, newspaper, and all – joined the ranks of my other unfinished projects. But the anniversary of my grandpa’s death is this weekend, and I’m wondering if working on this stool might not be a good way to honor him.