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Didn’t I Lock My Toolbox?

Writing 101 – Day Thirteen: Serially Found  On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today’s Prompt: write about finding something.

 

wrench

Instead of its normal annoying humming, the pool pump was whistling at me. I turned off the pump, capped the chlorine container that weighs more than me and wiped off the jug of hydrochloric acid, propped the 12-foot pool broom against the ladder and went in search of my wrench in order to bleed the lines.

I keep the wrench in the pool closet along with the other pool paraphernalia; vacuum, chemicals, net, toys, chemicals, rags.  Makes sense, right?  No wrench.  Oh, crap!  Here we go again.  A five minute job is going to take  forever because someone (my husband) has “borrowed” my wrench.  I checked the tool shed, went into the house and looked through my tool box (silly me), his toolbox (silly me), my quilting studio, kitchen junk drawer(s), and the pantry.

I tried to reconstruct my husband’s movements outdoors.  I looked along the hedge, in the toolshed, around the driveway, the garbage area, near the kayak; no wrench.  Lulled by the whistling of the pool pump, I sat down for a minute on the concrete bench overlooking the water and let my gaze rest on the dock.  Aha! There it is!

Rusted and forlorn, half covered with pine needles, my wrench rested on the dock steps.  “OK”, I thought.  “A little naval jelly will remove that rust in no time”.

The naval jelly is in my tool box … uh oh.

 

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

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?

Maybe you thought I was kidding?

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