Forty

Today I turned forty. And the first thing I thought of when I realized it was my birthday was, "Oh, no. I'm going to die soon and I'm not ready."

The tool bucket in the picture is what my wife bought me for my birthday present. I had been carrying around my drill, snake, pipe wrench, and extension cord in a whole foods shopping bag. (I called it "my sewer bag".) I had wanted one of these 5-gal bucket tool carriers for months but figured the shopping bag was working. And now I have one. In it is my Dad's hammer, the electric drill (no the battery powered Dewalt. that has its own carrying case.), the pipe wrench, the crescent wrenches, the small hack saw, the snake, the extension cord, a square, a small level, nails, screws, screwdrivers, a scraper, a putty knife, a utility knife, electrical wire snips/pliers, tin snips, grip-all, and needle-nose pliers. Athanasia is very thoughtful. I never thought something like this would make me so happy, but it does.