A cache of screwdrivers!
My scientifically able friends have tried, over the years, to explain why mess increases. I know, a law of some sort. In the layman’s vernacular, mess is natural.
Anyhow, this afternoon I made a wonderful find: my cache of screwdrivers. I knew they were around here, somewhere. Thankfully, my need for a #2 Robertson, or a #3 Philips diminished over the last few years. The kids would mention, occasionally, that I should try to gather tools to a central location, and I’d remind (them) that tools were kept together… until they grew to a certain age. Roughly two, as I recall.
Finding the tools came at a good time, as I resolved to remove shelf brackets in the basement. And the job is now complete. I ache, as a corollary. The shelves weren’t meant to fall down; they didn’t. Manually removing dozens of screws from wood after a quarter century is something that I will remember.
Part of today’s discard pile included a wonderful transceiver; even if it didn’t work any more, it was a good investment. I know; forty years just zips by, in the world of advanced technology.
Yesterday’s election, out in Alberta, caught the nation by surprise. Forty years is also a measurable period, in politics. The blue fortress crumbled, and the hills are a brilliant hue of orange. Hard to tell if the apocalypse is at hand, or if pigs really can fly, but anything seems possible. Western folks are resilient, (so they proclaim). Now they can demonstrate their ability to the rest of us.
