Handymaniac

There was a time when I thought it’s quite sur­re­al, all the skills that a man is sup­posed to mas­ter. Any­thing from horse-feed­ing, house-build­ing, home-mak­ing, video-play­er-sleep-timer-pro­gram­ming, to ter­race-floor­ing, gar­den-flat­ten­ing, and house-com­plete­ly-rewiring – all on the week­ends after hav­ing done the shop­ping for the week to come.

I’m not com­plain­ing, I know that a woman’s lot is even worse.

But still … how is it sup­posed to work? I am not clum­sy, I always liked doing things with my hands (Lego, draw­ing, gui­tar-play­ing). I often don’t have the patience and I could nev­er aim for per­fec­tion when it come s to hand­i­work.

No, it’s more like, why am I sup­posed to KNOW all this?