Tools of the Trade

What the hell are you doing?

I’m creating my ‘Tools of the Trade’ box!

Your what? For Chrissakes… Don’t those belong in your cake-making toolbox?

Yep. I was at the museum the other day and saw a display box like this with tools used to hunt and whatnot during prehistoric times. Figured I’d create one for future generations to learn about some of the stuff I use today when building my cakes.

Seriously?

Why not?

You are certifiably nuts. Don’t you think displays for cake decorating already exist?

Ya think? Dang… Maybe I should put together a box of sewing stuff! Or photography stuff! Or—

Give it a rest.

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In Their Care

As a self-sufficient and capable man, he was no stranger to the myriad tools stored neatly in his huge shed. From saws to planers to drills; name it, he had it ~ all bearing a well-worn patina. Also parked neatly were a lawnmower/snowblower, a four-wheeler and a big log-splitter. The man could take care of himself.

Until he couldn’t.

His grandsons minded the place for him. They drained the gas from the vehicles, sold off his tools for peanuts, turned the house into a pigstye. The lawn had become one giant junkyard.

All that was left undisturbed were his oil cans.