Family enhancements

California's parade of atmospheric rivers has made it necessary to add a new member to the household; we call him Howie. He's great for bailing out the back garage and will also attend to E.P.'s basement weaving studio.

But lovely and efficient as Howie seems to be, this post isn't about him. Rather, it's about the handyperson's work truck I encountered in the parking lot of the Big Box™ store which provided Howie. 

 

Understand, I loathe these stores. I come from the era of hardware stores boasting odd assortments of tools and fittings. The workers often actually knew how to fix things and could help someone figure how to jerry rig an unfamiliar project. Nowadays, like much else, there's more variety but seldom as much ingenuity.

Anyway, somebody's truck here was beyond old school.

How about this for a cuddly menagerie?

 

I'm sure these critters enjoy waiting for their person to emerge from today's job. And presumably they don't mind riding with a mix of construction debris and the likes of Howie.