After Christmas things really settled down and sort of became boring. On the 26 my cousins Danny and Maggie came over to go shopping at the mall with my sisters. Now you better understand why I wouldn't want to go to the mall with them. 1. They're all girls and will be at girls stores the whole time. 2. They could stay there for 7 hours and still feel an urge to keep shopping. 3. What person in their right mind would want to spend their vacation shopping with them!
Unfortunately staying home wasn't much better. I thought I'd just relax and take it easy for a day. Instead my dad comes and asks me to help him and my uncle with some wood. I agree to what i thought was a quick and easy project since I had nothing better to do. I put on a hoodie, a big jacket, and my gloves before heading out to the freezing garage. Little did I know that this would become a three day project. For 6 hours straight I hauled endless amounts of extremely heavy 15 foot long planks of precious wood that my Grandpa had collected for more than 20 years from the garage to the yard. In the yard my uncle Dan was there labeling them, and every ten seconds exclaiming "Oh my God! No way! it's the Brazilian Rosewood that's amazing!" To me it was all just wood, there was the dark brown one, the light brown one, the reddish brown one, and the yellowish brown one. No difference.
After 3 hours we had moved all the boards to the yard. My feet were numb and I couldn't feel my hands except where sharp splinters had embedded themselves in my skin. I offered to make hot chocolate just so I could sneak inside and warm up. I felt like some starving kid from Somalia, so I searched my grandparents pantry and found a Hershey's raspberry dark chocolate bar and boy did I devour that thing. One second it was in the pantry, the next it was in my stomach. Nothing in my life has ever tasted so delicious. I purposefully took a good thirty minutes to make the hot chocolate, that ironically on the box claims only takes 1 minute to make.
I went outside to give them their hot chocolate, and then I realized that we weren't done yet, we were just beginning. Next we measured the length, height, and width of each and every board that he had taken out and wrote it down in Excel. After that we still weren't done. Next we had to put all of the boards we had taken out, back in the garage. And you still haven't heard the worst part yet. That ludicrous went on for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT!
That night my dad took me do go see Sherlock Holmes for helping with the wood. The movie was good and very interesting, but the first was still better. The next two days went pretty much the same. I work for hours with the wood, my sisters do absolutely nothing, and we go to the mall at night to get stuff that we couldn't find in Panama. Though I didn't get much out of it, it felt good helping with the wood, and it made me very proud when the adults thanked me. The biggest surprise was on the third day I found out that those old boards of wood were worth more than 12 thousand dollars! I can't wait to go skiing tomorrow and finally get a break.
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