Thursday, 3 December 2015
Just the Job
I don't want you to think I brag about my husband when I describe things that he does, but as I spend a portion of every day checking on him (to prevent injury) when he is in his garage, I necessarily notice what he is up to. Also, everything he does, he thinks is so elementary that anyone with 'a bit of common sense' could do the same and he is not in the least big-headed about his skills. (Pig-headed, yes, on many occasions, but then so am I). Also, my life is not very exciting at the moment. The other day, he was working on something and to his exasperation the bridge of his spectacles broke, rendering his eyes totally useless for all but long-distance. He telephoned his optician who spent such a long time tracking down a replacement part, that he couldn't wait and so fixed them himself for the time being. Copper wire and stainless steel. He did gloat a bit when informing me that it had indeed been worthwhile saving the copper from those armatures (he has several thicknesses) all those years ago; he knew they would come in useful one day. The day finally came. Fortunately, he has lately cleaned up his garage a lot and re-organised a lot of small stuff: hence, he was able to lay hands on this wire quite quickly. He does so remind me of my father, although when his glasses broke in later years, he was so blind, they were usually fixed with sticky tape, much to my mother's embarrassment.