I finally got around to taking a few pictures of the new bars. I made these this week in my old man’s shop and in his honor. It’s a super nice feeling shape. I have yet to see if a quill stem can make it around that bend. It may not.
It’s been a pretty busy time up here. My brothers and I have been doing what we can to clean the place up and make it feel right. We got a 15 cubic yard dumpster yesterday and started to empty out the house. The old guy had quite a garbage collection. We’re doing our best not to be too sentimental about stuff that is clearly trash. Towards the end of his life, Billsam’s decision making faculties (while never speedy – always very deliberate) simply went away. So nothing got thrown out. We’re doing it now. This morning we may even take a wall down and open up the house a little.
Zach’s highschool friend Mike showed up yesterday and gave us a hand. I was in the shop making shelves for Sam’s counter, Zach was driving a tractor around tilling and knocking down derelict bushes, and mike was cleaning up around the front of the shop. As we were winding down, Mike said, “It’s perfect.. Ezra’s in the shop creating things, Zach’s running around breaking shit, and I’m moving heavy objects.. And no-one even had to assign us those tasks..”
Hill and my sister are driving up from NYC today with Putney. It’ll be so nice to see my girls. Tonight we’ll have dinner at my uncle’s place to do a little planning session. The service and reception are on Saturday.
The day before yesterday was Sam’s birthday. He had some friends over for pulled pork. Billsam’s place was always a bit of a haven for young guys. They all knew him well, and shared some fond memories. We all miss him. Even the infuriating things about him have become sort of funny.. fodder for jokes. There has been a lot more laughing than crying. It’s the really sad parts about him that will take us all a longer time to reconcile. Those are the sorts of things that only really start sinking in when I’m alone.. in his shop.. “where’s the Ash?.. which of these dusty piles? Wish Big-sam was here to tell me.” Instant welling up inside at the thought that he’s gone gone.
I was up early today. 6:20 now and I’ve had my coffee, answered some emails, written this post. I’ll head out to the shop now and do some clean up.. I’ve mostly been making a mess ’til now. Time to make the place pretty. The 15 yard dumpster will help.