Getting Around to It

I have documented John’s dearth of handyman skills in previous blogs (Home Improvement, Parts I & II and Mr. Fix-It), and I am very understanding about his missing skill set.  What drives me to distraction is his lack of motivation to finish a job when he does possess the talent.  I have heard many men talk about the “Honey-Do” lists their wives create and how demanding they can be until the work is completed.  I have a “Honey-Maybe” list because there is never a guarantee the job will be completed in a timely manner.  I rarely nag John about anything on the list because experience has proven that this is a futile activity.  Instead, I wait patiently hoping that someday he will be true to his word when he says he will “get around to it.”

Our kitchen faucet started leaking about a year ago.  It got progressively worse until it was a steady stream unless I lifted the handle slightly and rotated it to a precise position down and to the right.  This strategy didn’t eliminate the leak, but at least it slowed the drip to a level that allowed me to continue ignoring drought ravaged regions of Africa.  On several occasions John would mention getting a new faucet, but he never actually went so far as to purchase a replacement let alone install it.

About six months ago, my car’s engine started sputtering when I would start it in the morning.  It would cough and lurch down the driveway (and even die occasionally) until I could turn onto the road, press the accelerator to the floor, and “blow the cobwebs out” so to speak.  John witnessed this automotive fiasco on numerous occasions without comment.  When I told him the mechanic had recommended a tune up after the most recent oil change,  he scoffed at the suggestion and diagnosed the problem as a sticky carburetor.  He told me to get some carburetor cleaner and maybe a treatment for the fuel line and that should take care of the problem.

Last week John went to town to do some errands, and he came home with a faucet repair kit.  In less than 15 minutes he had the leaky faucet fixed.  A few days later he came home from town with a can of carburetor cleaner and treatment for the fuel line.  In about the same amount of time that it took him to fix the faucet, he had worked his magic on my car.  A couple of days later, he asked how the car was running.  I told him the problem was solved and thanked him for his efforts.  He smiled sheepishly and said, “Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have you for a wife.  Most women would have had a fit if their husband took that long to fix a problem, especially when they saw how easy it was to do.”  I just smiled and said, “Oh, I knew you would get around to it eventually.”

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