It is in the dungarees

The title of this post is a phrase that I heard from my  grandfather Ivan Brideau, “papere”, every once and a while growing up.  I often think of the similarities between Papere, my Dad, and me and this is the exact time he would mention this particluar phrase, when noting what seems to be a family trait.  As embarassed as I am to admit this, I didn’t actually understand this phrase until sometime in college – sad I know.

Moving on to the point of this post.  When I was home over the break, somehow my family got into boxes and albums of old pictures and we had a blast looking through them.  We laughed at how bad our hairstyles were, and remembered many of the fun times we had together.  Somewhere in those piles I found two pictures that are particularly fitting to me, and the state of my life this past few weeks.

Here is a picture of me as just a little guy, helping my old man build the screened in porch on the back of our house.

Here I am again few years later, clearly busy with the scrap of drywall.  I’m sure I was key to my Dad finishing part of the basement back then.

The reason I have not been very active here at is because besides busting my ass in lab (still trying to graduate soon) I’ve been working very hard to finish the construction on the house.  Expect some “This Old House” posts on the way in the next week or so.  I’m pretty happy with some of the progress so far, I can’t believe how good some of it turned out, especially considring what it used to look like.  I’m not sure where I get the ability and creativity to learn on the fly and work with my hands like we’ve done – but I know what Papere would say.

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