Saturday, November 30th, 2013

toolsThis is how I end up with so many tools. When my Mom was preparing to move out of the ancestral manse, she lead me to the bottom of the basement stairs where Dad had built a work bench, waved her hand at the piles of tools he had accumulated over the years and said something like, “All this can be yours.” When I picked out only two or three things, she added the caveat that she was just going to throw what I didn’t take with me into the garbage. I picked out an armload of stuff; she gave me an old basket to carry it away. It wasn’t quite full, so I grabbed even more. And that’s why I’ve got forty-two dozen screwdrivers.

basketfull | 12:46 pm CST
Category: daily drivel, hobby, play
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