<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My neighbor (retired professional handyman) likes to give me advice...especially when he sees that I've just finished some arduous home improvement task. At the point when I stand back, fold my arms and proudly admire my achievement...that's the moment he chooses to ask me “what kind of paint did you use?”. Of course it was the wrong type according to him but I could have guessed that the moment he casually strolled over to inspect my latest botch up!
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">OK, so not all my “home improvements” have turned out to be an improvement..but as long as you don' look too closely my house looks OK. So who needs advice from the neighbor! Only lately did I realize that he needs me a lot more than I need him! My incompetence reassures him that even although he is retired and at home all day watering the geraniums while his younger wife is out working, he has still got 'it' . Still got one up on helpless single mother-of-three working AND home owning neighbors! Imagine I did manage to do all the jobs as well as he does, imagine my house was just as well cared for as his – that would kind of mean that I was managing without a man about the house. He is already confounded by he fact that I, a divorcee, could even buy a house in this area. So it must be a comfort to him to see that I don't quite mange all the odd jobs as well as he does.
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Funny thing is though, today I see the tables beginning to turn. After my initial panic about using the wrong kind of paint, I hurried to the DIY shop to ask for advice. As it turns out this time I did use the right paint. The paint my neighbor used to do his window frames last year is likely to cause him problems some time soon. And my window frames will continue to look great when heīs out there stripping off the paint he carefully applied not so long ago.
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">OK, so not all my “home improvements” have turned out to be an improvement..but as long as you don' look too closely my house looks OK. So who needs advice from the neighbor! Only lately did I realize that he needs me a lot more than I need him! My incompetence reassures him that even although he is retired and at home all day watering the geraniums while his younger wife is out working, he has still got 'it' . Still got one up on helpless single mother-of-three working AND home owning neighbors! Imagine I did manage to do all the jobs as well as he does, imagine my house was just as well cared for as his – that would kind of mean that I was managing without a man about the house. He is already confounded by he fact that I, a divorcee, could even buy a house in this area. So it must be a comfort to him to see that I don't quite mange all the odd jobs as well as he does.
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Funny thing is though, today I see the tables beginning to turn. After my initial panic about using the wrong kind of paint, I hurried to the DIY shop to ask for advice. As it turns out this time I did use the right paint. The paint my neighbor used to do his window frames last year is likely to cause him problems some time soon. And my window frames will continue to look great when heīs out there stripping off the paint he carefully applied not so long ago.
