Somewhere along the path of becoming an adult, I chose not to learn how to do home repair. It might be genetic. My father had a dedicated workroom in our basement, but never used it, and during the era of my childhood, nice Jewish girls didn’t hammer. I’m all thumbs when it comes to even the simplest things, like pounding a nail straight into the wall, climbing on ladders, hauling heavy debris. I turn, instead, to paid professionals, or in an emergency, understanding friends who take pity on me. On weekends, my next-door neighbor is often working on home improvement projects, from building deck chairs, to installing windows, and I’m humbled by her zeal for what looks like a tedious way to spend the day.
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