In theory, it's nice to be the handy one in the house. In reality, it blows. Two Christmases ago, I installed some track lighting in my parents' basement. It was a bit jerry-rigged because the wiring and ceiling was not designed for this kind of fixture. A while ago one of the two lights came down. Which means that I have to fix it. And I wouldn't mind if I actually had the proper tools for the job. But instead of a cordless power drill and vise-grip (oh, and non ancient, crumbly ceiling tiles to try to anchor on), all I have to work with is a phillips-head screwdriver and crappy pliers (non-needlenose). Now I have some new screw anchors, but no way to drill them into the base or ceiling. Oh, and the fixture weighs about 20lbs, it's awkward, and I have to do it overhead. All of this in the same house where I don't rank a bed.
Well now I know what my parents are getting for Christmas next year - decent tools!
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