I Run My Household (or Does It Run Me?)
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
Yay! I’ve been productive at home and I have things to show for it!
Of course, you can’t tell that by looking at my house. It’s completely trashed right now, what with furniture moved all over the place and stuff stacked to the ceiling and other stuff dusty from the repair work. But it’s done. The repairs are complete. The damage from the hurricanes, from the roofers, from the pipe burst and washing machine leak, from the lightning strike back in 1995, the patio replacement for the deck that rotted out in 2002, the replacement for the Pergo floor we put in back in
2001 or so, the trellises, all done. Tomorrow, after a school thing with Shannon in the morning, I’ll start on moving furniture back to where it belongs and putting things away. I can’t wait! (or maybe I can since I’ll have to move all that furniture myself).
The ceilings are white and bubbly, the floors are gorgeous and non-wood non-leak-and-termite-magnets and just the way I want it, the skylight no longer has raw boards sticking out of the ceiling, the light fixtures have been properly wired and the old fans replaced, and various maintenance issues have been handled.
I still need to repair an outside light I forgot about and replace the doorbell with an electric one (preferably that plays “Lucretia My Reflection” or “Kiss Me Deadly” or something similar) but I can probably do both of those myself and they’ve been broken for almost a decade so they can wait a little longer. I have some painting I want to do and lots of yard work, including fixing some sprinklers, some steam-cleaning of the carpets, things like that.
The last thing my repair man did was rewire nine light fixtures and two ceiling fans, all in one afternoon—much cheaper than the last repairman who spent twice as many hours working on just the rewiring of the lights out front. I like being self-sufficient and doing my own handyman-type work (I’m hearing James Taylor playing in my head here) but I finally had to admit that I needed help, especially with replacing the heavy fan in the super-high- ceilinged living room. I just didn’t have the upper body strength to stand on a ladder and do it.
Okay. Yes. Fine. You got me there. Right on. It’s true: I needed a man for something. There. Satisfied?