Back In The Day...

...when people relied on me and I relied on my skills I would have things fixed in a heart beat. Leaking faucet, quick trip to Lowe's or Home Depot and o-rings replaced. Good as new.

Not so much anymore. I could call the maintenance people to fix the things that are deteriorating around this place, but they don't mean much, to me.

I can put up with a little drop of water. Always could. The others couldn't. So it was an easy weekend fix. Same with painting and such. I spent the last two weeks of my married life fixing anything that was wrong with my house and teaching the ex about such. Two months later someone else came in and took over. But it wasn't about fixing. It was about taking. Such is life.

I could fix all the things that are wrong with this little place that provides a roof over my head. But I rent and they are, technically, responsible for them. But I hate to bother them. My bad. Maybe when I get debilitated and can't do it I'll swallow my pride. Until then, a little drip in the sink is the least of my worries.