exhibit a

let's veer off the path here for a minute, shall we?  this weekend i was presented with an unexpected challenge.  please note exhibit a.

exhibit a

for those of you just joining the saga that is my life...here is a bit of back story.  my dad died almost three years ago.  and i am still dealing with it.  not to mention we live in his house now.  which is getting more normal by the day.  but still.  our little family had quite the sense of humor and mocking.  so, you know, i still have sad days.  but more and more the funny, happy times leak out.  here's where i'm going with this...

important piece of information #1:  imagine my dad standing in the yard {i now own} that was once his, once my grandparents, saying with a distinct chuckle and broad sweep of his hand, "one day this will all be yours."  and now, all that is mine sits in a two car garage, the wood butcher, and a potting shed.  including exhibit a.

important piece of information #2:  imagine my father and i having a very heated discussion on a very important topic.  painting wood.  imagine this conversation, "daddy, i would like to paint this table black."  and he responding, "over my dead body."

{hee hee...}

fast forward to yesterday when i pondered the aforementioned chair {marked exhibit a} that i "inherited" from my father.  i previously deemed it not worth saving.  but what do i know.  it was on its way to a craigslist near you.  until someone said, you could...PAINT IT.

{big huge smile on my face}

and i swear.  i had free time yesterday.  lo and behold.  free time.  so i ripped off the horrible upholstery and i started to...gasp...paint it.  and all the while i had an out loud conversation with my father {i was alone in the garage...and i live in the country} where i was saying, "see daddy, you selfish jerk {i say that lovingly}, you shouldn't have died."  and i laughed maniacally and then rammed my head right into the giant dolly sitting next to the chair.

{he always has to have the last word}

what do you think?  is exhibit a worth the effort or am i the selfish jerk in the middle of a grief cycle?