November 11th, 2012

The Shudder Inducing Tool Chest

The tool chest is a small-ish Kobalt: a half dozen or so drawers. I bought it, and I set up the original organization and several pieces of the original organization remained: a rectangular basket with metal frame and handles, a wooden tray, the Do-It-Herself tool kit (mine was from the mid 1990s and blue, and the result of my then husband and our roommate I. going to Costco and doing a little impulse shopping -- the ziploc bags from that expedition lasted longer than the entire marriage as did, obviously, the tool kit), a complete set of hex wrenches (the theory was that I would never have to keep a stray hex wrench again; alas, R. keeps hex wrenches anyway because he bends them occasionally), a bunch of screw drivers, drill bits, screw driver bits (the panasonic drill is not in evidence --- probably gave that to the boyfriend in the middle who I bought it for).

Unfortunately, an ungodly amount of crap crept into this thing while a series of renters lived in my condo, and, I suspect, the movers who packed things up to empty the condo used it as a handy storage location. In any event, I'd been avoiding dealing with it for a couple of years.

In the meantime, I'd done exactly what everyone does when they own something but cannot access it: buy replacements for the parts they Really Needed. To be fair, most of those were purchased while the Kobalt and its contents were three thousand miles away. And it doesn't really hurt to have a hammer, a screw driver, and a few other odds and ends in your desk-equivalent, to save the trip to the basement anyway. I don't feel bad about that.

Anyway, R. and I finally tackled the project. I started doing what I usually do when decluttering, which is pick out what I don't want, but the top drawer had so many loose screws (literally) floating around it (also nails, drywall anchors, half used tubes of super glue, loose razor blades, an xacto knife which had become separated from its cap ...) that I gave up and got everything out to sort on the floor. Fortunately, many of the loose bits were contained in the wooden tray. Small blessings, or possibly the dark side of offering people a place to contain things they really ought to put away somewhere else.

Once out, it made sense to do a little cleaning, and then reload the obviously useful items (the aforementioned screw drivers, hex wrenches, and so forth). I affirmed that the heavy duty staples went with the heavy duty stapler and made sure they nestled next to each other. Some items went to R.'s stash. Some items I insisted go into trash/recycling. Some stuff we negotiated.

The top drawer was the worst, and not by a little. Everything else was bigger in size and therefore less of it, even when the drawers were bigger. There are still a few cords to sort through in the bottom drawer, but the total number of items to move elsewhere in the house was small (the basket, some flashlights, a miniature sewing kit, a hole punch).

Now, instead of a shudder inducing tool chest, it's a _lovely_ tool chest that I want to visit often. Alas, I have no particular projects in mind. But I bet I'll think of something. In the meantime, I have to decide whether I really want to keep tools in my hutch/lateral file/desk replacement next to My Chair, or whether I should move those down to the tool chest. I'm thinking at least the picture hanging equipment can be trusted to move downstairs, but I'll probably keep the screwdriver in the filing cabinet; battery replacements in kids' toys usually involve a screw.

I should also figure out where to put the sewing kit so it travels with me. Altho realistically, I ought to collect the minimalist and miscellaneous sewing gear and come up with a better storage location. Possibly better supplies as well. Hmmm....

Never mind that. I'm trying to avoid the real problem, which is sorting through luggage and figuring out how to get rid of some of it. This looks promising . . .

genre reviews: Shepherd's latest Longknife, Buroker's 2nd Lokdon

I hate it when I get to a point where I'm not even sure if I've written a review yet or not.

I read the latest Kris Longknife by Mike Shepherd. The women get her off Madigan's Rainbow. An oversight associated with increased security gives Hancock and opening to get Jack out of HellFrozeOver. They rendezvous. They decide they need to look in on one of the Longknife men. Antics ensue.

I have mixed feelings about the Japanese planet. Actually, I think it was just awful and colonizing, but I am sort of tired of giving up on series because of a major conflict with my morals/politics -- when I reviewed stuff I was buying for the kindle when it first came out versus what I'm still willing to read currently, I was a little shocked. It's been less than five years.

Amaranthe and the boys go chasing out into the countryside/mountains to find out what's gone wrong with the water. They find out, and discover a connection to Sicarius' previous activities. Good news: Books' bounty, added this entry, is removed by the end, and there's a teeny, tiny bit of hope that Sespian is getting information that might eventually lead to an improved relationship. Also --


Where was I? Oh, in a shocking departure from standard storytelling practice, Amaranthe _tells_ Sicarius how she feels about him and they have a mature, adult conversation on the subject. There are some real obstacles (notably, that Sicarius really wants to have a relationship with his son Sespian, and Sespian was interested in Amaranthe, so, seriously tricky, even if Sicarius wasn't Sespian's secret daddy; Amaranthe sleeping with one of the boys might make things weird for the rest of the boys), so it's not like Buroker ended All Sexual Tension.

But wow. Kudos to Buroker.

I'll keep reading both series, but I'll probably be a wee bit more enthusiastic about Buroker than about Shepherd.

I'm currently in the middle of the second Kismet Knight novel, which is _also_ violating all kinds of storytelling conventions, in a truly awesome and fun way. There's good news here, but I don't think it's good news for the Big 6.