Living in your comfort zone. . . . . . .

Well I thought I was happy here, but every now and then, especially with

 the cottage showing its age, somewhat like its owners, there are things needing

 assistance and some TLC. 

Of course (and Bob won't mind me telling you because it's become a 

family joke of sorts), I did what my mother told me not to do, married a 

man who is not handy around the house! 

Yes, I love him for many things, but repairing, renewing, renovating, restoring

 are not words he enjoys hearing, letting alone trying!

I blame our late dear fathers, both of whom grew up without ever being

 property owners and therefore never needed to fix much around their homes

 themselves. . . . . .although they never had to Call The Midwife, I think both

 probably called the plumber often, never teaching their respective sons or

 daughters even basic home repair.

I learned domestic things from my mother, but they didn't include fixing

 the plumbing, or remodeling the kitchen, more like sewing up a fashionable

 Vogue dress pattern, or baking a scrumptious lemon spongecake.

In my teens I tried to date boys who came to our house with a toolbox, and who

were being educated by English dads who loved fixing up their homes.

Special was John, (lovely, long time boyfriend to whom I became engaged,

 then left him for what was to be one year working in America and turned into

 fifty three - more on that another time if you're really interested!). He not only

 fixed cars and minor things about the house, but also did fabulous painting and

 wallpapering, and helped us in the garden, planting and tending our vegetables,

 shrubs and flowers.  

I may be here in my 'comfort zone' but I'm not a very happy camper today! 

What is it with many men in the home repair service industry?  

Even the guy who seemed to be the perfect one when estimating your home project.

 He has the greatest reviews, is not the cheapest, but you don't mind paying

 for good work and reliability. . . . . . what do you do, how do you feel when not

 only doesn't he show up on the very first day, he doesn't call or answer your

 calls/texts as to where he might be. Did he oversleep (almost 5 hours right now!),

 or God forbid - was he in an accident on his way here, has something

 horrific happened in his family, is he still breathing. 

What, why, where. . . . . . . the heck are you?
I'm worried about you!

Will you appear tomorrow?  I hope so.

Edited following day:
Thank you dear Calvert for coming this morning and starting our job!
Blog friends, just know there really are nice home repair people - 
sometimes you have to wait for them because they get
their busy days muddled up!
We actually have a gem of a gentleman working here today and
the next two - I think it will be fun!

Meanwhile, playing the waiting game has allowed me to complete some after

 holiday cleaning and rearranging in the dining room. My friend Julie informed me

that the newest term is "curating your home". 

The meaning of 'to curate' is to select, organize and look after a collection.

 I do have stuff. . . . . . . .and there I was recently thinking I would try to

 become a minimalist.

How silly was that.

 I just know you're laughing!

BTW - if you haven't watched the PBS series Call The Midwife you have missed 

a truly amazing show. Series 1-4 is now available on Netflix - season 5 will

 run later this year, and I'll be ready and eager to watch it.

How's your Monday working out?