This morning, as I was finishing my coffee, I heard activity downstairs and discovered my father, of his own volition, scraping dried glue off the joints in the bottom assembly. My mother was feeling for roughness and pointing out places he'd missed. So it seems I now have a supervisor (my mother) and an employee (my father). Thus far neither has said anything about salary...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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