My dad came to visit a couple of days ago. My dad is a bit of a workaholic and always does better when he has a project to work on. I only had a couple of little things for him to fix. He re-installed the towel bar in one of the bathrooms but then was left to find a project on his own.
I came back yesterday after leaving for a physical therapy appointment and noticed that the living room floor looked a little different. I thought that maybe someone had spilled something and made a mental note to mop. I went into the kitchen and started washing the pots and pans in the sink and my dad came in to tell me to check out the living room. I finished up the dishes and went to see what he was talking about.
He was insisting that I look around to see what was different but I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. He finally told me to look at the floor. I looked and saw yet again that the hardwood that I had just mopped hours earlier looked smudged and dirty. Then he told me that he got the paint spots off the floor. When I took out the carpet this year I didn’t get around to that so he did it in the hour that I was gone.
I was surprised that he was able to do that without using the toxic chemicals that I had purchased for the job. We walked back to the kitchen, still discussing the floor. I began putting the dishes away and asked him how he did it. He gestured towards the sponge that I had just used for the dishes and explained, “Oh, I used that thing over there.”