screwdriver tender_square i asked him to borrow the kit, the small case with the magnetic bits for various head types and sizes that could be interchanged. he wanted to know the precise ones i needed, as he climbed onto an overturned crate and looked through the tall red drawers of his tool chest. i didn't know, exactly. that's why i suggested the kit, figuring it'd cover all scenarios. he wondered what i needed help with, said he needed a reason to get out of the house and use with his hands. the classic cars he stopped working on take up the entire garage; we were shuffling between bumpers and bodies in search of a step stool i could borrow. i diminished the project; it was only mounting a tv to an already installed wall bracket, i could handle it. there is a secret guilt in wanting to do it by myself: i need to be self-sufficient in the face of his illness. there is the worry that he could grow frustrated while twisting thread, the metal tip cracking liquid crystal across the living room, like i'm prioritizing property over a man's pride. 230102 what's it to you? who go blather from