Welcome to the Monkey House

November 24, 2019

I wandered deep into Topanga on Saturday and emerged, at days end, a different person.…

Black Smoke. White Smoke.

November 18, 2019

Two key questions: are the Santa Ana’s blowing and what color is the smoke? If…

Fret Not

November 3, 2019

Was at an orchestra concert the other day watching my favorite cellist and noticed that…

Thirteen

October 24, 2019

Backpack half zipped on the kitchen table,Beat up paperback Fahrenheit 451 in the side pocket,Simpsons…

Deadicated 6.16.18

June 25, 2018

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Divine Intervention

June 20, 2018

So here I am driving down the road, reeling from an earlier conversation, trying to…

Luggage or leverage?

June 3, 2018

One step back…WTF? These freaking voices in my head… So, the other day, I am…

Year of the Rabbit

May 1, 2018

"What year?" Vince asks. "1963." I say with a certain amount of pride. "Huh, year…

Oh, my…

April 15, 2018

Went to Supercuts on Saturday: to the usual one over on 18th and Wilshire.  All…

Learning to fly

March 18, 2018

  Took flight again today at Pranayama Breathe Class on a Sunday afternoon. I visited…

Squeak!

February 24, 2018

Squeak. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. Pause. Stop. Pause. Step. Squeak. Humph… My favorite shoes are…

#leftearrightear

February 14, 2018

  FADE IN. EXT: DAD comes into focus, a big guy, burley, mid-thirties, Oklahoma t-shirt,…

Have and Have Nots

February 6, 2018

I am struggling a bit.   A few days ago I woke up pre-dawn, made a…

I don’t know, it just

January 15, 2018

drives me crazy that people don’t really greet each other anymore. I’m not sure why…

Turn the tables

August 31, 2017

I have a coach that helps me navigate the training regime for all of these…

385 in dog years…

August 6, 2017

I am getting old. I’m almost 385 in dog years. Humph… The other day I…

And he lives in Nashville. Went there recently to reconnect and discovered a whole new…

Owling

July 24, 2017

Went owling with Vince the other night. We have a big tree in the backyard…

Coco and Adele

July 23, 2017

One afternoon in the Marais (how cool is that for an opening line?) Teri and…

Merci Madame Killelay

July 19, 2017

One of my favorite teachers, Madame Killlelay, taught high school French. I think she tops…

Nice is nice (PG13)

July 13, 2017

Was a hot day in Nice. I had some down time before the flight back…

Comrades in arms…

July 10, 2017

And legs. And mind, body and spirit. Just whisper “Kowies, Fields, Bothas, Inchanga or Polly…

Triple death by…

July 7, 2017

Seriously? It’s Saturday morning. I mean what kind of message is that suppose to send…

Wump-Wump-Wump

July 6, 2017

Thursday afternoon Dad via text: “send a pic people here want to see” Dad’s internal…

La Decima

July 5, 2017

He’s a god, a modern day god, like Zeus with a tennis racket. And we…

I don’t have any tools. No tool shed to escape to, no workbench to sit at and fidget away an afternoon, no leather belt with hammers and screwdrivers dangling from the sides to wear to the hardware store. No nails, screws, nuts or bolts. No buckets or shovels and picks or axes. Not even a rake. Nothing. Nadda. Zero…

I wish I had a big red Stanley toolbox that I can carry around the house on Saturday mornings. I would carry out it to the yard and spend hours just putzing around building and fixing things. Or, better yet, I could get an axe to chop down trees and a sledgehammer and splitting wedge to chop up the wood. How great would that be instead of fighting for a parking spot at Costco?

Humph…I have tried over the years. I sneak away every once and a while and wander the isles of Home Depot. Sometimes I get caught up in the moment and buy some wood glue or a new hose or a really big bag of peat moss. It doesn’t do the trick though, leaves me feeling a bit lacking really.  Once the bag is gone and the hose is connected there’s not much else to do. The wood glue sits unopened for decades.

This year I may just throw caution to the wind and buy a socket wrench set. I was at a friend’s house recently and he has one. Pulled it out like it was nothing and started putting stuff together. Started socketing just like that.   It was a one of those big sets, in a metal box, that makes noise when you drop it on the garage floor. Plus, I noticed that socketing is a great excuse to wear work gloves. And I figure work gloves are perfect for wearing to the hardware store, to buy nuts and bolts, and pick up the wood, to build a tool shed in the backyard, with a workbench, and a place to sit and fidget away the afternoon.

Wish I had some tools…

 

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One Response to I wish I had some tools…

  1. Lucas says:

    I wish I had the strength and dedication to eat healthy and be in shape. Tool belts are not very comfortable, they get heavy, dirty and the hammer constantly rubs and irritates your thigh. You may not realize it, but you already build and fix, and it’s far more important than any gardener, woodworker or handy-man can accomplish.

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