While I was sitting around recuperating and watching every
B-movie Netflix has to offer my mind kept running through my “bucket list”.
What ever happened to the “ToDo List”? Who the hell came up with the stupid
term, “bucket list”? Anyway, the more time I spent thinking about it the more I
came to realize that the damn thing had sprung a leak. When it first came to
mind it held an ungodly number of items. By the time I got off my butt and got
to work on striking the items off of it, there was only one left on it to
tackle as I realized that all the rest were fluff and bullshit.
Now most of you that read this will think that when my
mortality kicked me in the head a couple of months ago, it shook a few screws
loose and suddenly I am now starting to prepare for death. That assumption
would be the opposite side of the truth. I never had a near death experience,
or anything that even came close to one. Hell, when they were wheeling me down
to the operating room all I was thinking about was getting out of that place so
I could see my dog. I should explain that my wife was with me the entire time I
was in the hospital but the dog wasn’t. The bases for this newfound purpose in
life is on other thoughts, as I have no plans on dying anytime soon.
Here’s the deal. What struck me one day like a ton of bricks
was that fact that out of everything my parents left behind - the bit of cash,
the bit of real estate, the basement full of knick-knacks - the only thing that
matters to me then and now is my father’s old tools. The fact that I paid him
cash for them while he was still alive doesn’t hinder their meaning to me one iota. They were a part of
him and that part sits in front of me day in and day out, 24-years after his
death and I expect them to mean the same to me 24-years from now.
It was his little bit of his legacy that caused me to spend
the last however many years adding to them, expanding the scope and depth of his
collection. I have the 5 planes he made a living with and have added many more
to expand the set. I have replaced tools of his that I destroyed when I was a
kid and added others that I know he would have liked to have. What all of this
means is that my legacy has become one of adding to his. This is what I want to
leave to my son when it is time for me to move on. I don’t want him to feel
obligated to keep the legacy going; he can dump it, sell it or put it in his
basement and forget it. What I hope he does get from it, though, is that we are
all part of who came before us. Whether we go off in an entirely different
direction or stay constant to generations past, we start, because of nature and
nurture, with the person who came before us as our base. As difficult as my old
man was, I am proud of the fact that I am based on who he was and it is that
concept that I hope to pass on to my son when he takes possession of these old
tools.
With this in mind, I had a look at how I was storing all
those tools and realized that I was coming up a tad short. Ok. In truth, I
realized I was coming up a few miles short. I had to face it – my tool cabinet
sucked.
In my defense, dealing with life has certainly got in the
way of reaching my goal of building the kick-ass combo tool-cabinet/work-bench
that I wanted to build. I also realized, though, that part of this downfall
could be placed squarely on the fact that I love the look of tools and putting
them away in a cabinet will put them out of sight. If I built the tool-cabinet/work-bench that I had in mind I wouldn’t have them spread all over my
office shelves like they are, and as a result, I wouldn’t be able to look at
them every day like I do now.
The only way to deal with all this is to rethink my original
concept of a tool cabinet. Instead of making usability the priority, I have to
rework the design to place the display of the tools at the forefront. This
isn’t going to be easy, but for my own satisfaction, it has to be done. The result of going at this tool cabinet again not only achieves what I want to pass on to my son in the end but it will also allow me a fantastic sight day in and day out until the times comes around. Ok, it is a little selfish, but what the hell.
Originally, my tool cabinet started out looking like this…
The problem I had is that I kept buying more tools. Over time, I went
from less than a 100 or so to way over 300 and the cabinet wasn’t originally
built to store that many. I dumped the power tools in the bottom and added a
third drawer in the base, which made the doors on it a pain, so they came off.
I then started to reconfigure it, doing a complete overhaul three times and not
scoring a winner with any of them. I was trying to make it another Studley
chest but without his abilities, so naturally I was doomed from the start.
As a result of the added tools, the cabinet ended up looking like this...
The cabinet is made from mahogany marine plywood and while
it needs some changes to the outside design, I do like it. It would be a waste
to throw it away so I am going to have to modify it. That means increasing the
depth of the centre section from 4 ¼” to a full 9” and increasing the depth of the two wings
as well. I’m not going to draw up any plans for it, as I don’t enjoy working from
them. I find working from plans constricting and I get a much larger buzz
working from my head, changing things as I develop new ideas.
I’m starting with the centre section and the first order of
business is to strip out everything I don’t like about it and start from
scratch.
Here is where it sits today…
Peace,
Mitchell
