.:] perfection [:.

I forget that I do have a little bit of a perfectionist in my when it comes to my creations. Now that I know a lil bit more about the possibilities for the designs for the template, its taking little longer.

The mural wasn't touched today since my Pops finally got home and I had to explain the entire situation of the weekend. I'm not sure if I'd mentioned it earlier but my father is hard of hearing SO it takes two or three repeats to get the point across. A little frustrating on both sides. I hated having to break him the bad news. I kept telling him to watch the video himself b/c I couldn't bear trying to explain it all over again.

For a while he followed a thread of logic thinking that it was some sort of inside job. That somehow someone had a key. That this was just a part of the rash of burglaries in the neighborhood. But then he'd asked if I was in garage at some point. And all I said was, "yes."

The guilt came welded itself upon me. Though, I know it could've happened to anyone. It could still be part of a huge conspiracy to get ALL my Pops' power tools. All I knew was my dad was sad and I played part in it. But I think for once, we both realized that I did what I could do and that there was nothing more to be done. ok. Except to nag me about the piled up project I had the living room. I know he did that out of frustration.

I'm not perfect. I forget that.