This sight greeted me the other day.
It was very telling in a number of ways.
For one thing, it speaks of my lack of expertise/ambition to put my hand to anything even the slightest bit handymanish. You see, the plug-jiggy hasn’t been working for quite some time now, and I have no intention of trying to fix it. Someday, when I have made my fortune, I’ll have the plumber come in.
I guess, this, at least in part, gets filed under the “Use it or Lose It” category. While I have never been an adept at handymanishisms, there was a time when I might have been tempted to at least make an effort. I once had a modicum of ambition after all: for example, when I re-guttered one side of our two-storey home all by my little,
oldyoung self and replaced and painted fascia boards while I was at it.
However, as I aged and seldom put my clumsy hand to various and sundry handymanishisms, whatever slight bit of confidence and/or aptitude that I might once have possessed utterly vanished. Presently, I am at the point in life when I find hanging a picture to be a daunting task.
Yup! Use it or lose it.
What the dixie cup solution of Cuppa’s also shows is how our minds differ: mainly, she has one, while mine is MIA.
My response to dealing with the sink’s inability to hold water was to simply make do: turn the water off and on as required to get by. I’d turn it on to wet the cloth, off as I washed, and back on to rinse.
Meanwhile, Cuppa used her problem solving, lateral thinking ability to devise a work-around. A simple dixie cup keeps the plug mechanism depressed and allows her to fill the sink.
She uses her considerable brain capacity like this all of the time in myriad ways. I use my less than considerable brain power to hold the lady’s brilliance in awe.
Um …. I wrote that this was telling in a number of ways, and I did have at least three in mind when I typed those words … but I can’t remember the third right now … which is also quite telling in its own right. Sadly. I guess two is still a number, though (he said, shrugging).
In fact, the situation is so doggone sad-making that I think I’ll stop here and now to weep for my MIA brains. This post is long enough anyway, but, if I remember which is a rather huge IF, I may pick up the thread at another time.