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Eulogy for a Nail Gun

June 19, 2013

My nail gun died last night while working on my solar dryer. It spit out three nails instead of one, gave an extra hiss of air, and then the trigger went limp.  NOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!  After three years of loyal service, two home remodels and many outdoor projects, it finally bit the dust.

The first dozen times I used that nail gun, I was terrified of it. It was heavy, loud, and had tremendous force. It could shoot a nail through my hand if I wasn’t paying attention. It slowly became an extension of my left arm, easily doing what my weak, mom muscles could only dream of;  drive nails into any kind of wood with one swift KERPOW. I’d hum, “I am woman, hear me roar” every time I had my trusty nail gun by my side. It was like a suit of flying armor for Iron Man. I could do ANYTHING!

So, there I was last night with the framing of a solar dryer 2/3 done, two hours to sunset out by my duckweed ponds, and a plain jane old hammer and nails five feet away. Should I  quit for the night, succumbing to technology’s failings or should I pick up that low-tech hammer as my ancestors did and simply pound nails the old-fashioned way?  I started pounding.  The blisters kicked in after an hour of hammering, but I could live with it. I began feeling more connected with the wood in a way I hadn’t before. Now I was on the lookout for knots so I didn’t end up bending a nail. I began to appreciate the soft nature of fresh pine lumber and enjoy the scent. Instead of a loud explosion every time, I produced a musical beat, accented by croaking frogs.

I am woman, hear me sing…

Think I’ll see about getting my old friend fixed though anyhow.  🙂

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 19, 2013 4:34 pm

    My gosh! I’d never heard that story. Poor Al T. Yes, I love my power tools.What can I say…


  2. Kimberly Doran permalink
    June 19, 2013 4:15 pm

    I love this post, Tam. You are so funny, but I wonder how many of the younger readers will get your references to that rousing feminist anthem from the 70’s. Their loss! This is reminding me of the time several years ago when my husband was shot with a nail gun by a young fool of a coworker who should not have been given access to power tools of any sort – just missing his spinal cord by a couple of inches.


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