Years ago - I mean years, back when cars were square - I went to two weeks of a car maintenance course.
I was 21 and full of feminism. I would change my own brake pads! I would know where my oil filter was!
After the second week I came home with a new strategy. I would just earn enough to pay someone to do it for me. Empowerment was one thing. Fiddling about underneath a big old greasy thing that I didn't understand was completely another.
I am in the Kitchen Zone this week, and after some thought I have realised that however clean my kitchen plinths are it is not going to detract from the effect of having big half-finished tubs of grout on the floor. Mr Coffee is so busy at work at the moment - perhaps I should finish the kitchen tiling.
But I've tiled before. It's not like I have anything to prove.
So this morning I got myself the phone number of A Man Who Does. And I hope - lord I do hope - that he will.
There's a lot to be said for getting someone else to do stuff for you. I could send you one of our local Amish friends...they do good work for next to nothing. I think he'd be okay with air travel as long as he didn't own the airplane himself...
ReplyDeleteAhhh... my house is full of tubs of grout. Half-a-job-morningpaper... Oh and "Fiddling about underneath a big old greasy thing that I didn't understand" sums up my marriage. That's not bad though is it?
ReplyDeleteI have a house full of loose tiles and no grout. Thanks to my last man who didn't .. x
ReplyDeleteOh, a lady after my own heart...I do hope he can!!!
ReplyDelete:-) I too remember a time when cars when cars were square. Gosh you have a way with words!
ReplyDeleteA very sound strategy.
ReplyDeleteOh Lordy, if you can pay for it, do. I am still waiting to have the wallpaper replaced in our bedrooom that my smaller child pulled off (gulp) three years ago. I am seriously tempted just to paint over what's left - it can't look any worse than it cutrrently does!
ReplyDeleteFlylady would wag her finger at me today - I just broke the head off the vacuum.
You are blogging daily.
ReplyDeleteYou're making me feel slightly abashed.
My father was an auto-mechanic when we were younger. We would often hear about the idiocy of people driving a machine, when they didn't even know how it worked.
ReplyDeleteThen we hit puberty. No Way did Dad have enough patience to teach us what was under the hood, let alone teach us to drive.
He loves us enough to not put us in a position, where he would have to kill us. Awwwww.
I've never, ever pointed out that my sister and I don't understand how engines work, while driving all the time. I value my life also.
Thanks for the memories!