I wore a toolbelt for the better part of thirty years while working as an electrician. After a few years of wearing “the tools,” I got more than accustomed to them. Eventually, climbing into my belt was comforting, if not fulfilling.
With my tools secured to me, I
was a warrior.
Yesterday, in preparing to
order the glass and structure kit for the sunroom I will be building in the
spring, I grabbed a measuring tape for the purpose of measuring exact dimensions
at the exterior corner of my house where I intend to construct the room. A few minutes after I finished my
measurements, I discovered the tape remained clipped to the pocket of my pants.
“Jeez,” I thought, “I don’t
need that anymore.”
I almost reached down to unclip
the tape.
Almost.
And then I thought, “No harm in
leaving it there for a while. I kind
like it.”
So, I left the tape there for a
while longer as I puttered around the house.
Not quite a warrior, but happy enough to pretend.
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