The strangeness of men

[trystinn]

Men, I notice, are rather odd. I'll offer an example:

The faucet on the south side of the house has been leaking since this winter, or rather, it was stopped by turning off the valve under the house to the faucet making it completely unusable. Which, as one might imagine, has driven me nuts. I

need

that water. I have plants over there that require moisture, I had rabbit pens (we moved them to a better location closer to a water source) and the porch needs periodic hosing off. Not to mention that both the porch floor and roof need power washing every Spring. Which has not happened.

Kevin (aka Chicken) has literally spent a month of weekends working on the faucet. I've literally lost track of the number of Home Depot & True Value trips he's made. A washer. A scrub brush. Another washer. The wrong kind of faucet. A babel fish. Still doesn't work. Today he spent about an hour under the house, presumably napping. Then back to Home Depot (presumably fit in a trip to the movies) and came back with the advice "upon consultation with experienced folks, we recommend hiring a plumber". Oy.

Needless to say, today's To Do List item completion only reads: Hang beer opener. And even that was a ten step process involving a drill of all things. My only consolation is that the cement mixer on the north side of the house was not utilized at all.

Comments

[paigemom.livejournal.com]

Do. Not. Get me started on men who replace toilet flushing mechanisms incorrectly, thereby inducing a major mold infestation.

Just. Don't.

[woolysw.livejournal.com]

I only occasionally try and fix things around the house, for the same reason. What seems like it should be a single, simple fix ends up being multiple trips and hours of frustration. As K says, sometimes the best tool is a telephone.

[wild-heart.livejournal.com]

How hard is it to fix a freakin' faucet? If I'd had the time when we visited, I would have done it for you.

Beer opener? Um . . . what's wrong with having you you simply put away in a drawer? :-)

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Darling, you barely had time to breathe!

Josh has always loved those old fashioned wall mounted beer openers. So as a gag gift, I bought him one from a lovely place in Vermont while visiting my folks.