A while back a friend bought a second-hand infrared sauna. It took awhile to figure out a place for it and to get it set up. When it was all ready, and she was happily settling in for a good sweat, she discovered that it was somehow broken. It wouldn’t get hot enough to be a sauna. It remained a lovely, tiny, wooden room that was somewhat warmish.
Time passed. When I spoke with her last night she declared she was stepping into her sauna.
“It’s fixed?” I asked.
“Yes!” she joyfully replied.
“How did that happen?” I asked, expecting to hear a drawn out story of repairmen, website manuals, and fussy replacement parts.
She replied that her husband had fixed it.
“You know, he just fiddled with it. I don’t really know – he just did his thing.”
How cool is that?
I’m the kind of person who lives mostly in her own mind. I like to read, write, paint little pictures, analyze and philosophize. But when it comes to many physical things, I’m often at a loss. Construction projects are beautiful mysteries to me. I’m sure there’s a word for the aptitude for crafting and repairing physical things. Whatever it is, I don’t have it. Somehow my vivid imagination doesn’t cross over into the hands-on world.
As a result, my modest little house is coming apart around me. I can’t keep up with it, nor can I afford a handyman to do all the things that need doing. So I’m going to sell it and figure out something else for a living situation.
Sure, I could go a different route. I could dedicate my free time to learning new skills. It would probably be a healthy, empowering thing to do. But when I consider the limited amount of time I have, and the many things I’d rather do with it, well, I choose to sell the house.
But in response to today’s Daily Post prompt: “I Got Skills,” that ability to fiddle, fix and craft physical objects, machines, engines and devices comes immediately to mind.