The most recent was the kitchen sink's faucet. For some reason the faucet decided to shoot the water out the base instead of through the spout. My reaction at 9:00PM was not pleasant and was quite profane. I had a funeral the next day, plumbers are few and far between in the "no service" land where we live, and I was in no mood for minor floods in the kitchen. Needless to say phone calls to four different plumbers went unanswered as our sink was waterless. So being the fine male species I am, I ripped the faucet apart. Man, I did not realize that there were so many parts to a faucet! A quick trip across the street to the retired handyman I quickly learned that it was probably the O-rings and, if not, it would be a complete replacement of the faucet. A trip to the big city for new O-rings, several feeble attempts at replacing the O-rings, and putting it all back together resulted in water spewing out the sides of the faucet. Thankfully, despite my male pride taking a major hit, the retired neighbor handyman agreed to come over and see what I did wrong. Despite suppressing his laughter the whole time he accomplished in thirty minutes what I had been attempting to do for several hours. The cost? A semi-expensive meal at the local eatery to keep the wife happy while the sink was unusable, a couple of bucks for new O-rings, whatever was left of my masculine pride, and pretty much my ordination.
I am not a handyman despite the encouragement of my wife and neighbor to give things a try. I am worse than Tim the Tool Man from the popular television show Home Improvement. I am a disaster waiting to happen when it comes to home repairs. This only means that I often get my money's worth when a real handyman arrives--for that I cannot complain. I am learning that real men are not afraid to admit that they are not everything and anything--especially when it comes to being handy around the house. I figure in about another ten years or so I will be able to swallow my male pride and admit it. In the meantime I am learning that the "Handyman's Creed" is my creed whenever anyone in the house asks me to fix something.