How many times have you walked into a Home Depot/Lowes expecting to quickly purchase your goods only to end up walking around for ages just to see all the do-it-yourself projects? Unfortunately, I’ve been dragged to Home Depot before to buy a ladder only to trail the other person while they did just that. Notice, I said dragged. I have to say though that I didn’t mind visiting the lumber area. My fascination with this section is not due to the nifty precut picnic table that’s easy to assemble (which by the way, I want at some point). It’s a smimple reason; the smell of freshly cut wood reminds me of my dad.
When we lived on Wagner St my dad would busy himself with projects out in the detached two-car garage that involved mounds of lumber. I don’t really remember what he used to do for work at that time, he held several jobs, but I clearly remember that musky grainy smell of wood as soon as you hit the garage doors. The scent that clung to him and rubbed off on me when he picked me up to get me off his stack of plywood he was using to build our tree house or just to tell me he loved me…
If you ever head out to Home Depot to take one of your endless walks throughout the store and happen to see some girl smelling a scrolled piece of wood, don’t think she’s all that weird…she’s just me missing her dad.
wishingonstars
I always miss the smell of grease or oil because that is what my dad smelled of. He also smelled of polo the cologne and for christmas in iraq my mom sent me a tuff animal with his colgne sprayed on it so I could have his sent, I know how that feels.