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My husband isn’t the best handy-man around. That’s one reason motherhubbard married the man she did. He can build or fix just about anything. We buy my husband man tools like saws and drills for presents, but we usually hide them so he won’t destroy anything with them. The reason I thought of this is because I noticed my grandson’s bike laying out in the yard, not parked like it’s supposed to be. That made me think that if he doesn’t put it up correctly, it might need repair. That made me think of motherhubbard’s first bike when she was three years old.
We decided that Tonya needed a bike. She was three years old and still riding her trike and inch worm. So we went to the store and picked out a pretty red bike that had to be assembled. Daddy decided that since it was so little he could get it done pretty quickly. So I arranged for our babysitter to take Tonya to the horse show with her. That would give Daddy about two hours to get the bike put together. It was mid-afternoon when they left our house. The babysitter came back with Tonya about 2 ½ hours later and I met them in the drive and asked if she could go to her house for a few minutes. Daddy was having some trouble with the bike. He’d gotten it together once but there were about a million parts left over and I made him take it apart and start over. It just didn’t look safe to me. So they decided to go to a softball game. About 2 ½ hours later, I met them and gave them money to go to McDonalds. It was bedtime when they got home so we decided it would be better to give her the bike the next day, when Daddy got it put together correctly. . For the life of me, I can’t remember Tonya ever riding that bike.
Our home in Memphis had a door going out of the den onto the carport. The door knob on that door became stuck about three months after we bought the house. Every so often I’d remind my husband that the door needed to be fixed. It was so much more convenient to enter the house through that door than to walk around to the front door. Well, three years later, when we were getting ready to sell the house, he decided to repair it. Since he couldn’t figure out how to remove the doorknob, he took a large screwdriver and hammer and knocked the knob out. Then he replaced the doorknob…the next day. We had to sleep with a sofa across the door so it couldn’t be opened.
Several years ago our toilet started running all the time. I went to the store and bought a new ball and **** so I could replace the old one before my husband got home. Well, just as I was hand tightening the connection at the base of the tank, he came home. He just didn’t think I had it tight enough so he took a wrench and tightened it while I was downstairs in the basement turning the water back on. Of course, water went everywhere because it was over tightened. So I re-did it, hand tightening as directed, and went back downstairs to turn the water back on. Guess what he did while I was downstairs? So after I cleaned the water up for a second time, I sent him downstairs to turn the water on and it was fixed. Sometimes isn’t that he doesn’t know how to fix something, it’s just getting the time. The door crank on the worse vehicle we’ve ever owner, a late 70’s faded red Volarie, fell off. Anytime we needed to crank the window up or down, we had to locate the crank on the floorboard, stick it on, and try to crank the window. He just couldn’t find the time to fix it for oh….4 years or so. It got to be, for me, a matter of principle. I would not fix the crank because he wouldn’t fix it. And besides, I hated that car from the minute I saw it. Why anyone with three children would buy a two door, I’ve never figured out. But he thought it was a great car. I don’t remember if the crank ever got fixed but I finally got rid of the Volarie by calling a scrap dealer and talking them into coming and getting it for $100. Later I found out that they were supposed to give ME the money. But it was worth every penny to not have to drive that car
Anyway, we keep tools and such hidden most of the time around here.