Memory of the heart
How many times I went with my dad to P. A. Gouin, Pascal, Handy Andy, Léopold Duplessis or Canadian Tire to pick up a tool, some paint, a car part or all sorts of materials to repair, renovate or build something!
His workbench was just as carefully organized as the shelves at the hardware store: the nails and screws were categorized by their size and type. Everything was neatly ordered, and finding things was a snap.
My father was not a great handyman but he seemed to like to tackle little jobs. He worked cleanly and patiently, and he would punctuate his efforts with comments like “If a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing right.”