I know where I’m going because I know where I’ve been.

October 9, 2008 in Perseverance | No comments

My mom, God bless her, my mom saves wine corks. She saves them in white plastic grocery bags and she takes them with her whenever she goes up to her cabin. Should the weather be poor up at the cabin, she’ll crack open another bottle, bust out the hot glue gun, and set about to completely uhpolster the walls of the downstairs bathroom with wine corks. The last time I was up there, two years ago, she was nearly done. I suspect that next she’ll try her hand at siding the pump house with them.