BlogFriday
My son Jeff loves tools.
When he was younger, we gave him a small toolset for either Christmas or his birthday, and you’d have thought we’d given him the sun, the moon, and the stars. It was easily the coolest thing a little kid could ever get.
Of course, he set off to “fix” things. He had to try out all the tools he got… the hammer, the planer, the different wrenches, the screwdrivers. And, we found the things he had worked on… a loose nut here, an almost unscrewed screw there…
Yep, he was in hog heaven.
When my father died, Jeff wanted his tools. Whether Dad promised them to Jeff is a matter of conjecture. Dad probably did at some point, but since he was engaged in the act of dying at the time, he may not have known or remembered he did.
For Christmas that year, Mom got Jeff a set of tools.
Now, Jeff can fix damn near anything. He’s saved his grandmother a lot of money because he could fix things that she would have normally would have paid someone to fix. Although the hot water heater wasn’t one of them, though Jeff gave it a good try. He even apologized to his grandmother for not being able to fix it. She understood… it was a little beyond Jeff’s capacity to fix the water heater.
Garage door opener: Jeff fixed that.
Stopped up toilet: he fixed that too. I know, because I’m the one who drove him to Ace Hardware to get the parts!
My old computer: he fixed that, and added a few things to it that it couldn’t handle. It eventually crashed. Now it sits upstairs in a million pieces because Jeff is sure that he could bring it back to life and upgrade it.
Jeff’s motorcycle needs a new fuel line. Jeff knows he can’t fix that. So it’s going to a repair place to get fixed by someone who knows how to fix those sort of things.
This is SO Jeff… (click on pic for larger image)
Jeff should go to school to learn how to fix even more things and make a living out of it. He’s resisted so far. It’s Jeff’s decision to make, and I’m not going to wrench that decision from him.
That’s all from where I sit.
–MorelaterZ–
