Slowly emptying the toolkit
I could have been a shipwright. I mean, not really, due to a lack of knowledge and lumber, but the various tools that I have gathered over several decades would have done a carpenter proud, back in the day. I did not develop the skill set, and now I am watching the pieces go off the new homes.
There is a certain remorse. I never bought cheap. I avoided the obvious junk, and I tried to keep my tools in good order. The original factory sharpness, in some cases.
And now we are taking offers. I hope that someone will notice and give me a virtual pat on the back. Good job, mister. It would have been cool to have sailing vessel, but we do not always get what we want.
Tie other truth is that I can no longer use some of the tools safely. There is probably a warning page in a manual, pointing to that being able to see the fast moving blade is an asset.
I will try to keep the simple things. A hammer, a hand saw, a ruler and a level. That is all I really need, going forward. Any other heavy repairs will be farmed out to someone better apt to get the job done safely. As long as I point the nail in the right direction, before hitting it on the head, all should be good.
I do wonder what the new owners will build. I would love to learn that the tools proved useful, going forward. My grandfathers would have wanted such a truth, I feel sure.
