I've never really had a great relationship with my dad. It hasn't been bad but just not great. When I was younger I was always in trouble of some sorts related to school. I was a horrible student. My dad traveled a lot so it always seemd when he was home I was avoiding him to fly under the radar. I am a private person (this blog is my attempt to make myself be more open). I really can't blame our relationship on him. I would say it's mostly my fault. I didn't know how to relate to him because we never really had anything in common. I'm certainly a geek and he is into working with people and his hands.
We have always worked on projects together. I love working with wood and building things. At the begining of summer he started building a workshop. We did most all of the work, framing roofing and so on. We are slowly finishing the project. In the begining my sisters boyfriend helped a bit and he is much handier than I am. I almost resented him for that because I was looking for attention and he seemed to be getting it. I even got bent because it seemed like we were working every weekend. I was in the middle of an office build out at work. The last thing I wanted to do was work more on the wekends.
My dad hasn't really done much on it lately, but since the weather is getting a little cooler here he has picked back up. I went to help this weekend. It was just us working together. We made mistakes and laughed about them. We had lunch and talked about life. Finally we figured out all of the things we were doing wrong, and we made a lot of progress. Funny though, We reallly didn't get much done on the building. We still made a lot of progress.
These are the weekends I'll never forget.