Lord, Give Me Patience … And a Lock for My Toolbox

Posted on April 9, 2015 by queenbookworm

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If I Had a Hammer.” If you could learn a trade — say carpentry, electrical work, roofing, landscaping, plumbing, flooring, drywall — you name it — what skill(s) would you love to have in your back pocket?

I have a hammer – and a screwdriver and a once full and complete toolbox. Over time my tools disappear as my husband “borrows” them and I later find a rusted pair of pliers out by the pool pump, or my phillip’s head screwdriver driven into a plank down on the dock. Let’s not talk about my power tools. I can seldom find the matching battery charger for the tool I want to use. I haven’t seen my beautiful Dremel in years. I found my vise grips serving as the hose bib.

So, the only thing I want in my back pocket is a lock for my toolbox and lots and lots of patience.

Maybe you thought I was kidding?

Categories: Daily Prompt, Family, Humor, Life | Tags: patience, toolbox, tools, writing 101, writing101 | 5 Comments

5 thoughts on “Lord, Give Me Patience … And a Lock for My Toolbox”

April 9, 2015

Marilyn Armstrong

I had a toolbox. Then I had a son. Now I have a nearly empty toolbox in which there are a few strange things I don’t recognize. I squirreled away the hammer in the bookcase in the dining room. The Dremel is in the pressure cooker. The screwdrivers are gone to another dimension, or more likely, my son’s toolbox. Which he keeps locked.

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April 9, 2015

bossross17

I have a husband and two boys but always ended up doing the repair jobs. I have a great tool box that I’ve added to over the years and the tools are all mine. The first time male fingers reached in my toolbox and a tool disappeared I retaliated by spray painting all of the handles pink. They never touched them again.

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