In all modesty I can say that I have quite some
tools. I love tools. That must be my masculine part. Without good tools it’s
impossible to do a DIY job good. However, some tools are not made for women.
They are too big to fit in a female hand, are too heavy to lift, or what’s even
worse, they are too aggressive. Like a drilling machine for example. Especially
those heavy ones which can drill easily in concrete. We’ve had one which could
also hammer, that’s useful when there are small pebbles in the concrete. Of
course such a tool is extremely powerful and that’s just what scares me when I
have to use it. I have nightmares from the idea of being catapulted by the
drill when it’ll become stuck somehow. But, when you live in a country where
concrete walls, floors and ceilings are very common you can’t avoid needing
them for hanging a lamp, a picture or drilling a hole between two floors.
Whenever I need one, I use to ask a male friend to operate the drill.
Another thing is demolishing. Removing tiles or
plasterboard walls. That’s a job I enjoy very much. Not a job I do very often.
So, I don’t own a sledgehammer. Neither do I have a crowbar. And I just
realized that we’ll might need that tomorrow to remove the aluminum frame of
the kitchen doors. I hope my brother has those tools and brings them with him
tomorrow. Otherwise I will have to use my much smaller claw hammer. I realized
another thing: the inspector didn’t call back to tell me what to do with the
removed doors. That’s the problem with a rental house. Some things need to be
brought back in the state you’ve accepted it. Although my brother and my son likely
will do the job without needing me to help, I need some small controlled demolishing
to satisfy my need to vent a little. The exam was hard today and I’m very
doubtful about having passed it.
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