Hello -- My name is Roy, and I'm a tooloholic.
Roy from Cincy
>There! I admitted it. I know the first step to a cure is admitting you have a problem. I've been attending your meetings here for some time, but I've been sitting in the back. I've never had the courage to speak up before, but you all seem so happy, so well adjusted, and so far along toward a cure.
I just hope you can stand by me and give me strength when I'm feeling weak. I've been trying on my own. I haven't bought a plane in over three weeks. Well, I did buy one last week at the garage sale. Well, actually two if you count that little block plane. But it was so small. It didn't really count.
Then, of course, there are the saws. It started years ago when I found that Diston single buck timber saw that no one had ever heard of. I loved it's smell. I loved the feel of it in my hand. I knew I had to have more.
And my wife, she's no help. "Father's day is coming up, hon. Go ahead and buy that Ryobi saw." Behind every tooloholic is an enabeler. That's why I need all of you to give me strength.
And it's working. I needed all of my strength at the flea market when I picked up that saw with the cute panther head carved into the handle. It was only $5. What could it hurt? But thinking of all of you here and your commitment to the 12 step program gave me the strength to walk away. Thanks.