After years of avoiding doing anything… at all, around the house, I finally got the nerve to try. I failed. But then I tried more and began to succeed. I had finally done it. I found a hobby and a love. Then it got ugly. I couldn’t stand not doing things to improve my home. It’s like I can’t quit. I compulsively fix (relative term) stuff. I have become a home improvement addict. Captain Can’t-leave-well-enough-alone.
When dating the wife, I mentioned that I really like to do things around the house. No, not chores, home improvement. She pounced. After trying me out on some simple stuff, it got crazy. “How about we make that wall a closet.” Hmmm, OK. “And then …,” and away we went. This has gone on for the better part of 3 years now.
Like bringing me a bottle of alcohol, in her home tinkering, she had become an addict’s enabler. She knows it too. On weekends when nothing is planned, she’ll say “what do you think about re-doing the stairs?” You may as well just crack the bottle and pour it in my mouth. I have to do it. I want to do it. I’d love to do it.
Since there is no H.I.A. (Home Improvement Anonymous), we can only feed the addiction. Today’s “fix” comes from addicted2decorating.com.
Hammer on. Hammer on.