I was probably 10. It was a summer afternoon, and I was tagging along with my dad as he was doing some work in the barn. I’m sure my mom had had enough of my sisters and I together–we fought. A lot. Anyway, because I was there, and he was wiring up something, we had one of those learning moments.
“OK. Black to black. Red to red.”
I nodded as he twisted some wires together.
“Now, see? You can do things for yourself. You need to learn things like this so you can do things on your own when you’re older.”
I nodded again.
On his end, I don’t know. Maybe he was thinking about saving money on future electrician bills. (Side note: HA! Unless you’re doing a new build or remodel around here, you’re on your own for finding one!) I took it a LOT farther. Like the “I Don’t Need No Man” farther.
Now, I do have a husband. He’s pretty awesome, partially because he loves mowing the lawn and I HATE it. I kind of have some projects I’d like him to get to, but not really. If I really want something done, I do it…sooner or later, and with the help of YouTube. I don’t need a honey-do list. I have the interwebs.