Friday Two Cents: I Guess My Father Was Right After All


This week has been very quite compared to the routine of the classroom or the constant activity of camping. This week I stayed home and began working on a few home renovation or up keep projects that I have put off for sometime.

It begins with cleaning and preparing. No matter how much you have to get done you have to prepare the area, which means cleaning. I have to paint my place, which involves stripping and varnishing my doors, moving furniture, fix any damage to the walls, sanding the walls, wiping them after and then painting. I also have to fix my bathroom tiles at the same time.

With all this to get done in 7 weeks I had to get started this week. I began with fixing the bathroom tiles while I started cleaning my place. The problem with the tiles is that the grout in-between the tiles are cracking and causing small holes to appear in the shower. You might guess I do not want water to go behind the tiles and cause any damage so I went out and bought some grout caulking to fix the areas.

I began Monday and while I was filling the holes in the tiles I began thinking about a conversation I had with a friend about fixing things around the house. You see her husband is not what you would call a “Handy Man”. If anything she described him as the ‘Anti-Hand Man’. He does not know how to do things around the house and they have to call in people to do things. The interesting thing is that I had many other conversations with other women and they describe many of their husbands in the same way.

I found this interesting while I was spreading grout because I would be called and many of my friends called me a ‘Handy Man’. Growing up I never thought that I would be a handy man, I hated doing things with my father around the house. Painting walls, fixing cracks in the plaster, fixing the plumbing, doing electrical work, etc. My father would always say this old-fashioned belief that, ‘You will be a man some day and men fix and maintain their homes.’ So I did the work and to my present situation it must have stuck.

At the time I thought that it was an old-fashioned idea that men must look after the home. That you can get others to do the work, but while I was doing the work I have to admit, I do enjoy it. There is something gratifying about fixing your home and making it look good. Not to show people but to have that sense of accomplishment that comes from looking at your handy work and say to yourself, ‘You did that. You painted that wall or fixed that bathroom. I am Man, hear me roar.’


Hmmm. I guess my father was right after all.



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