Monday, August 19, 2013

Lithuanian Doorstop

I love visiting my dad's house.  You just never know what sort of creative stop gap you may stumble across.  Recently, my dad noticed the doorknob to his garage door was leaving a unsightly dent in his wall.

My dad immediately put down his ice-cream.

Then he rinsed off his wooden ice-cream spoon.

And came up with this:


 
Problem solved. 
 
Except now he had to locate an actual silverware spoon to finish up his ice cream.
 
A small price to pay, I suppose.
 
My dad will tell you that my 25% Lithuanian bloodline is all that saves me from being a "lost Irish soul" (note: my dad is also 1/2 Irish).  The implication?  If I was 100% Irish, I would not be able to tape a wooden ice-cream spoon to a wall.
 
He may be right.
 
Now where did I leave my wine?
 


25 comments:

  1. Us half,quarter, and one eigth blood Irish need to stick together and claim our heritage for what it is - the right to imbibe, freely, for whatever reason and whenever the notion stikes us. Slainte.

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    1. Exactly. I knew you'd understand, Lou.

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  2. I think it's a generational thing. Our parents had to learn to do with what they had. Smart man. (Now, you need to use the gifts he passed down to you and figure out a clever use for all those wine corks.)

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    1. Getting my hot glue gun out now, Julie! What do you think about an entire bar made of wine corks? No?

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  3. Your dad is the 1/2 Lithuanian MacGuyver!

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    1. Close. We call him the Lithuanian MaGoo.

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    1. Don't inflate his head...he'll stop bringing me Baileys!

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  5. Ahhh, things are becoming clearer now!

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  6. At first I thought it was a band-aid. Then I thought it was a mini-pad for dwarfs. The spoon is genius. And hilarious.

    -andi

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  7. Gee willikers Marianne, there's another thing we have in common - I'm about one eighth Irish! and your dad sounds like my dad (the Irish part is from mum).

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    1. I am so in love with the fact that you used "gee willikers." Makes me happy. And I knew I liked you, Julie.

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  8. The truth be known, I have been unmasked by Marianne, by her able assistant son Joey, and by Marianne's always lurking camera. I am not a fixer upper, I am a patcher upper.
    DAD

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    1. Patcher upper - YES. That's you. And I wouldn't change you for the world! ;) xoxo SK #3

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    2. My dad was a patcher upper. My mum gave him Meccano for his birthday (to play with) and I remember seeing bits of it holding window screens together all over the house.

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  9. Marianne you forgot about your grandfather Papa. Your pregnant mom trying to get out of our bathtub on Washtenaw let the washcloth go down the drain. She was very upset naturally was worried about clogging the drain. Papa went down into the basement and looked at the bend of a metal pipe-drilled a hole and pulled the washcloth out. Then proceeded to put soap in the hole and tied a cloth around it all. Still held 15 years later! The Irish have their methods too.

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  10. Huh. So that's what those can be recycled as. He should do a DIY post and put it on Pinterest. Betcha it would go viral.

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    1. You think? Now tell me more about this "Pinterest" thing...

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