What’s in YOUR toolbox?

My dad had a shop in the basement, a couple of rooms of the basement in fact. It was pretty awe-inspiring.  His big engineer’s drafting table, from which hung the triangle and T-square, dominated one room, the one in which he built in all the new cabinets himself.  I think that was before he designed and built the beautiful screened-in back porch. 

The actual shop was in an adjacent room.  This housed a myriad of baby food jars filled with screws and washers and all types and sizes of things.  His lathe was in there, and the circle saw, and undoubtedly a host of other things I would have no idea how to use.  (What’s a router??)

“Are we there yet?!?”

When people say, “life is a journey”, they’ve obviously never been on family vacations.  Or maybe that’s where the analogy originated!

If you’ve ever traveled with children, (that’s children, plural), you are experienced in a challenge unknown and unappreciated by your adult counterparts.  This was particularly true in the days prior to the techno-burst of unlimited data on tablets to keep the little balls of energy wirelessly entertained while they are strapped for hours in a seatbelt.

Of course they don’t like the seatbelt!  Nevertheless, it’s your responsibility to get them wherever in one piece, despite the potential assault on your own sanity.

   “Jimmy has his elbow in my space!”

   “I’m hungry again!”

   “Beatrice say she has to go to the bathroom!”

   “Nope, never mind, she okay now.”

And the ever-popular…

   “ARE WE THERE YET???”

Triple-A should have an app.

So, when the Old Testament priest named Ezra undertook the monumental task of transporting men, women, and children, plus a hoard of silver and gold, back to Jerusalem after the 70-year exile, no wonder he prayed…a lot.

“I don’t do windows”…bad idea

Windows, what a pane!  (Couldn’t resist.)  Most of the windows in my house are really old and are not the “easy-to-clean” type they make now.  Actually, I’m waiting for someone to invent a self-cleaning brand, sort of like the self-cleaning ovens, which I also do not have. 

It just gets to the point where, when the evening sun tries to slants through from the west, it hits the dust and grime and you can’t really see out of the window, but you can sure see the dust and grime on the window.  And really, there are some pretty nice things to look at in my yard, if I do say so myself.  Amazing what a little Windex does—transparent is a significant improvement over opaque, (unless, of course, it’s the bathroom….y’know.)

Even more so with my car windshield.  Sometimes I just