Brace Yourselves For The Revolution…
On Saturday, my wife and I finished up some of the remaining outdoor chores for the fall season. The first project was to rake up the last of the leaves from the sweet gum and the hard maple trees. The little one always makes such things take longer (driving his dump truck through the piles of leaves, helping us out with his own rake, taking my rake to use as a light saber, etc.) but he also makes them more fun.
Another project was to drain the garden hoses, which we were using to water the recently aerated and overseeded lawn, and bring them inside the garage for the winter. (The worst thing about raking leaves after having the lawn aerated is that it looks like there is dog poop everywhere. Am I right?) And that brought up a project I’ve somehow managed to miss or avoid for about three years now.
Back before Finley was born, maybe even before my wife was pregnant with him, I picked up two hose holders from Lee Valley. But you would be hard pressed to find out from me how well they work, because I never got around to putting them up! It just seemed like when I had the time to do it, we didn’t have the wall space cleared in the garage. And when I had the wall space cleared in the garage, I forgot to go out and hang the hose holders.
But the planets must have been in alignment on Saturday – I had the wall space AND I had the time (possibly more importantly, I had the inclination). So I went down to the basement, grabbed a drill bit, a handful of wood screws, and my Panasonic cordless 12v drill; I figured I’d have it done in no time. The nice thing about that Panasonic is the drill runs fine until the battery dies – it doesn’t progressively get weaker and weaker, it just stops. Unfortunately, I was only half way into drilling the first hole when it stopped.
[Insert exasperating sigh]
That stupid drill doesn’t seem to be holding its charge anymore after sitting for a little while (I last used it about three weeks ago). I know I put it away with a full charge on the battery. No big deal, though. That’s what spare batteries are for, right? So I went back downstairs, grabbed the backup battery, popped it in, and tried to continue.
Nope. It was as dead as the first. That one also had a full charge on it when I put the drill away a few weeks ago. Grrr.
[Insert second exasperating sigh]
So I plodded downstairs to plug in the battery charger, my mind trying to figure out how to not lose my inclination in the 30 minutes it would take to charge a battery, when I walked past the one section of my old tool storage that isn’t mucked up with trying to move into the new shop. That happens to be the section where my braces are hanging.
“Psh,” I said to myself, “I’m done with this cordless drill crap.” I grabbed my 8” brace, went upstairs, chucked the drill bit in it, and had six holes marked and drilled out in under a minute. Then I exchanged the drill bit for an extended driver bit and had the two hose holders mounted in another 60 seconds.
And the hand tool revolution edges yet another power tool out the door…