The Handyman

My dad could fix or make just about anything. I just took it for granted growing up, assuming that all men were skilled in those ways. I just always thought that when I got married, my husband would be able to fix things. Boy, was I wrong! Dad was gifted with an inquisitive mind that made him eager to learn how things worked. This motivated him to study books on his own to learn how to fix or build things.

When things would go wrong around the house, dad would just fix it himself. He did call a painter to paint his house because it was very high and my mom didn't want him up on a ladder that high, but even then he was out there with the painters to make sure they did a good job.

My husband is not a handyman at all. The most fixing he does is to change a light bulb, but usually he calls on me to do even that. He did hang the baskebtall net though, which surprised me. I always think of dad whenever we need repairs but now have to call Handyman Connection to do the job. They'll be coming Tuesday to scrape and paint our basement walls and fix our light in our "man cave" room.