Friday, April 19, 2013
Every once in a while.....
A lot of my dad's tools became my tools when he died. Not a small number became mine long before he died, in fact.
I was raised with tools, and respecting them became second nature. Using the right tool for the job whenever possible became instinct too.
This morning I needed to limb a tree, and this morning dad's limbing saw came out of the crate. Used for fifteen minutes, and then wiped down and oiled, to go back in the tool crate it lives in.
I hope dad is smiling, wherever his black hearted soul ended up.