There’s actually no bucket, but I thought about the song this morning.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There's_a_Hole_in_My_Bucket

I went to get a suitcase from the garage since I have a trip tomorrow.

I noticed some trash in the garden so went to throw that away.

I was annoyed at the plants growing into the path so I got the shears.

After trimming the foliage, I went to sweep up, but the broom was broken; the head was loose and it just fell off.

I got a nail and hammered it in with a wrench, fixing the broom. (I have a hammer, but my wife has undiagnosed ADHD, so nothing ever stays where it is supposed to be, and I just improvise for my own sanity.)

Put everything away, and finally can start packing.

After a bit of Lemmy to recover after my adventures, of course. 😉