I remember how proud I was when I installed some drapes in my first apartment a million years ago. After I met Peter, he became my in-house-handyman, and I barely lifted a hammer for our fifty-six years together.

Now, I try to do everything that doesn’t require a professional.  Imagine my pride the other evening when my Internet disappeared.  I turned off the computer and turned it back on.  That didn’t work.  Then I asked Google.  First suggestion: Reboot the modem.  End of problem.

The next morning, I attacked my not-printing-printer.  I fiddled around with it, figured out the paper tray was jammed, unjammed it and lo and behold, the printer printed.  On a roll, I decided to try to re-attach a bit of veneer that had come off the front of a beautiful chest that was my mother’s.  The jury is still out on whether that was a success.

There is more on my to-do list, but…

I decided to quit while I was ahead.