I remember how proud I was when I installed some drapes in my first apartment a million years ago. After I met Peter, he became my in-house-handyman, and I barely lifted a hammer for our fifty-six years together.
Now, I try to do everything that doesn’t require a professional. Imagine my pride the other evening when my Internet disappeared. I turned off the computer and turned it back on. That didn’t work. Then I asked Google. First suggestion: Reboot the modem. End of problem.
The next morning, I attacked my not-printing-printer. I fiddled around with it, figured out the paper tray was jammed, unjammed it and lo and behold, the printer printed. On a roll, I decided to try to re-attach a bit of veneer that had come off the front of a beautiful chest that was my mother’s. The jury is still out on whether that was a success.
There is more on my to-do list, but…
I decided to quit while I was ahead.