25. Summer Goals
I remember my father sometimes saying at the end of his vacation: "Another wasted summer. Didn’t get anything done."
And my father, mind you, back in the days of chronic late-Soviet shortages, managed to build a two-story brick house with his own hands, plus a separate solid garage.
I recall him scraping the bark off long round pine logs on sawhorses — making rafters for the roof. That’s not like running to Leroy Merlin today. Back then you couldn’t buy a single straight board, nor a nail, nor any metal.