Renovations: Once was a Wall

That was the wall where your keyboard was, D.
I think later when you got more computers, it was an alternate work station.
I remember a homemade work bench and extension cords.
Your six million compact discs.

Henry wants to keep the walls bare, stripped.
It is a good hang out spot I think.

Last night I learned about Japanese saws.
If I was not informed, I probably would have tried to flip eggs with the Ryoba.

I told Hen that he should write book about tools and woodworking terminology.
Again if I had not been informed about it, I probably would have thought a dove tail was gobbledygook about bird anatomy.

Slowly the house starts to take on its character.
Three weeks ago Dad broke my pocket hammer and I have yet to toss it away.
Instead I will shadow box;

The trials and tribulations of place.