Dear readers, today was a blood bath of house projects. Not just any projects: plumbing. Between two outdoor spigots, a shower and a bathroom sink...all leaking...it should have been a hour or two of work.
Do you know why they don't have DIY oil painting, DIY car engine repair, or DIY surgery? Because these are specialized skills. Division of labor is a great thing, but when you take no part in building your house what would make you think you could fix it? Or even if I do attempt to fix something the repairs can be so few and far between that I usually forget how to perform a task I completed a year ago. This is why I'm beginning to feel like Do It Yourself is my horrible delusion, and instead I should adpot a Do It For You attitude. I could have had a knowledgeable, experienced individual fix the leaks in roughly 47 minutes, but instead I Did It Myself and I ended up taking over 8 hours (which included 4 trips to Home Depot, lots of trial and error, and significantly more money than I wanted it to). What is worse, I actually made one leak worse in trying to fix it and added several hours (and 2 trips to Home Depot) to my labor due to my ineptitude. Needless to say it was frustrating. Thankfully all the water has finally stopped flowing.
Anyway, on one of my excursions to pick up washers or a hose or some other torture device, I passed a field. Ironically, this field was very close to a field mentioned previously in this blog. Even more ironically, the earlier discovery was also on a trip to Home Depot. And to finish an irony triology, on a third trip to Home Depot I saw the likely co-conspirator in both discoveries standing on the edge of the woods. He looked something like this.
Now this magical convergence of events seemed too good to pass up, even though I knew this taxidermy hobby is borderline bizarre. But I see very clearly now that in some eyes I have crossed the line from interesting to revolting. That being said, it's probably best I let this skull be my last. It's a bit sad in some way, but not really the giving it up, it's more the clarity of seeing how I'm perceived.
So here's to a day of clarity; of knowing that I'm not a handyman or that my quirks are not necessarily endearing. Hoorah.
2 comments:
I love you, Jay!
I'm doing plumbing projects of my own. I thought when I ordered a new countertop with a sink, that the plumbing was installed by the countertop installers. Wrong! So last night I spent at least 2-3 hours plumbing the sink, ending the night with the water stopping to flow. So, I'm tackling that this morning.
Regarding skulls, your little brother has a fondness of skulls, too, as you know. And I'm reminded of the genius Rembrandt's house which is full of "junk" as part of his artistic genius. So, just consider yourself a genius.
Aren't I a genius for coming up with that conclusion?!!
DA
I don't see it as disgusting, I see it as fun and endearing. Does that say something about me? Probably. Now you know where you get it from! ;-)
mom
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