So, as some of you know, I've taken a time out from my life to help out my folks as my mom winds things down with her cancer. In coming home and spending all of my time here, I've repeatedly been surprised -- in a good way -- to see that as much as things are changing right now, much stays the same.
Today, I took a quick break to tinker with the X, tighten up a few loose things here and there and see what needs fixing in the near future (I've been letting things go in this arena lately). I needed to borrow a few things from my dad, so we headed back to the old garage.
I found myself borrowing some of the same tools and jackstands I borrowed as a kid when I drove my folks nuts years ago, tearing apart my first engine or lifting our 4X4 in the driveway. When I needed a torque wrench, my dad handed me one he bought new in the 70s -- and never used. It was still in the box with the instructions. I had to spritz it with some stuff to get the age-old grease broken free so it would work. When I needed some wd-40 for the high lift, he handed me a like-new can from a store that closed eons ago, still had the Fedco price tag on it. He even told me, "just lean it over the grass and spray it." I was like, "are you kidding me? I can't do that, you'll kill me!" His tool box is mostly all woodworking tools with just a few shelves of car/metalworking tools; mine is pretty much exactly the opposite right down to the same shelf in the rollaway chest.
In the house I can still find just about everything. On certain shelves are things that have been there since I was a child. The back yard remains just as quiet and calm as it was back then, only smaller it seems.
Just throwing this out there. Hope everyone's doing good and taking stock of the little things. You might be pleasantly surprised when you need it the most.