Work is something you want to get done;
play is something you just like to be doing.
Harry Leon Wilson
Wearing dirty, gravel-dust covered coveralls, huddling in the barn with the door shut, and away from that damp, cold wind I watch My Hero work on my Jeep, I stand still holding the light. Watching him, but thinking about what needed to be done in the house, “Can you get me the half inch Johnson bar?” I stop thinking, “The what, where is it?” Mumble mumble… “What?” His reply “Johnson bar.”
I hang the trouble light from the wire over my head, (laughing at the name, thinking I may have some trouble myself) and walk towards the door of the barn heading to, well I am not exactly sure where. With only a vague idea of what I am supposed to get. “Can you get the mumble, mumble too” “What?” This is the way it seems to go lately. I think we have definitely crossed some sort of listening or possibly hearing line here. “The torque wrench?” That is one thing, I do know. “OK.”
This annual winter tire changing event is not something I normally help with, our daughter usually helps her Dad change my tires when they change hers. Not this year. Since we are not cutting wood today, I thought I would give a helping hand. "More hands make light work" they always say. I am sure that is what My Hero was thinking.
While searching through the tool box for the Johnson bar thingy, and a socket that goes with it I struggle to read the numbers, meaning the size embossed on the side of those shiny tools. It looks like I first, have to go find those emergency dollar store glasses. I think I saw them around here either yesterday, or possibly the day before. Opening another drawer, there sat a one armed, scratched up pair. It seems I am not the only one who is not able to see those pesky numbers anymore. I put them on thinking it was much better, still blurry but they will work.
Back rummaging in the tool box, moving things around drawer, after drawer I did not see one thing with the word Johnson stamped on it. I did know we were changing tires so I grabbed two long handled bars that hold sockets, put those old scratched up glasses down, hoping I would remember where for next time, and headed back to the barn.
Looking up “That’s not the Johnson bar.” He looks down and continues to do whatever it is he is doing. This actually came as no surprise to me; I had already figured that there was a high probability of it being wrong. After all there was no name on it. “Will it work” I asked coyly while smiling. He looks up. “What?” I ask, “Will it work?” “Not really” “Did you remember the torque wrench?” He puts down the screwdriver, gets up from the floor and heads out to find this Johnson bar thingy and get that torque wrench. Maybe the whole “More hands make light work” thing is not so true after all.
I am left standing in the barn with those gravel-dust covered coveralls with that cold, damp wind now blowing through the open barn door thinking, the cutting wood thing might have been more fun.
My Hero returns with a smile, that Johnson bar and Torque wrench, we/he put on the snow tires. I figured he must have found those old scratched up glasses.
Now with a brand new battery installed and new wipers I am ready for the winter and snow. While closing up the barn, My Hero mumbles something…..I think I heard something about wood. “What?” Mumble, mumble.