first day of the season

it's an old ritual that i've repeated literally hundreds of times. loading up the truck with tools and gear and getting ready for the work to come. i have to sort out what i've got and make a mental list of what i need to get, sheetrock blades, drill bits, tips for the screwguns, extension cords, throw out stuff, locate my tools bags, knock off the dust, retape the hammers, some things are missing in action, drills bit are broken, chisels need the edge put back on them, my leather saw case is awol, but most of the stuff is there. it's hard to believe but i've done this for almost thirty years, that's a long time even for a passion and i am marveling today that i can still get up for the work, but it's been the constant in my life for a long time. i know i can't do it as well as i used to or as fast and quick, but i can still work hard and i guess when you scratch me, i bleed contstruction red. jgk