My dad could fix anything. He built four houses by himself. Watching him create buildings with his own two hands gave me a false sense of confidence that I could build and fix things, too! Hence, the wires that have dangled above our bathroom mirror since the day I decided eight years ago that the old light fixture was hideous.
Now, as I blindly feel my way around my face with a wand of Maybelline Great Lash Mascara, I have to ask myself, “Was that light fixture really that hideous?”
I have dedicated this “Father’s Day” story to my dad and to all of the “do it yourself-ers” in the world, but it really should be dedicated to the people who love them, the people who live without water, without walls, without light . . . .
Happy Father’s Day!
Postscript: We went to Home Depot yesterday for some grout to repair two tiles in our kitchen; walked out with an estimate for new countertops (and no grout). Here we go again . . . .