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Of Grief and Power Tools

Today marks a month since my husband’s been gone. So, I decided to engage in a little retail therapy to make myself feel better – one trip to Costco later, I have tamed an annoying cupboard with these sliding racks.

Aaaaaaaagh!  Run Away!
Aaaaaaaagh! Run Away!

To achieve this, I had to
1. Get over my fear of using a power drill.
2. Figure out whereinhell DH hid all the dang drill bits (finally found them after searching four toolboxes in, you guessed it, the fourth one) *and*
3. Actually install the things!

I’m pretty happy with the results and I think he would have been, too. So, Honey, here’s to the 25 great years we had, and thanks for leaving me all your gear. I finally understand the fascination with power tools!

Much better!
Much better!