Yes, but before saying so, I was waiting for someone to post about me being a fruitcake.
I once rented a cabin in the woods from a guy named David. His job was maintaining the freights that came through the yard in Watsonville, a real ol' timer railroad guy. When he was working around the cabin, he was always talking to his tools. The guy could hold a five minute conversation with a shovel. It was interesting to observe. If he hit a rock when digging a hole, he'd say, "Oh pshaw to you"! Then it would start. Stuff like, "Some days I'm smarter than you, but today you've got the upper hand", things like that, and his conversation had a lot of old time sayings in it. It was pretty cool, but a little strange.
His wife was kind of a meanie, so I think that he took solace with his tools, and with his
dog, Bo.