My Favorite Santa

is a wooden man about twenty inches tall and of undetermined age.  

His joints are more far easier to move than mine.

Santa was a gift from my sister, Beverly, years ago

She doesn't know how old he is.  

Doesn't matter, I'm keeping him.

He stays out all year for my pleasure.

Merry Christmas!

Hubby's Handy Hands

worked on ancient hammers

removing broken handles

and replacing them

After wedges are placed in the handles for a good fit

the head's rust is removed by wire brush/sanding wheel.

More hammer heads await.

This was a strange feature on two ball peen hammers.

An indentation manufactured during creation and we have no idea of it's purpose.

Two old claw hammers and two ball peen hammers ready to use again.

Stranger ones waiting to be brought back to life.

Waste not, want not.

Old Enough

to know better,
young enough not to care.

Old enough to vote and fight

Old enough to drink and swear

Old enough to smoke

but can't...I lose things...

I put them where??

Old is an Odious word

The alternative is not my choice

I just hitch up my stretchy pants

and find reason to rejoice.

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