Cruz

[Drunk Monk]

The Beach Bungalow is 95 years old. That gives it a lot of charm, as well as a pain in the arse to work on, especially if you have a totally lame tool kit consisting of an ancient bottom-of-the-line Makita with batteries that barely hold a charge anymore, and a lot of odd tools that are useful for maintaining swords and some minor gardening, but impractical for cutting cat doors and setting door jams. Plus 95-year-old doors are wacky - super thick door frames with super skinny doors so some things just don't work without major adjustments. As always, I've been getting a lot of mileage out of my Leatherman Blast and cutting a lot of things with my treasured-yet-impractical-for-anything-but-one-handed-cutting-and-beer-bottle-opening-(which-I-do-use-the-most) Leatherman Skeletool. I humbly bow to the massive manly macho tool chest of the Wood Butcher Greg.

On a side note to CF, I saw an only-in-Santa-Cruz bumper sticker that said "My other car is a Pynchon novel".