Unstoppable

So I'm not one to be all self-affirming, but there's something really exciting about being able to do physical stuff. Like hanging curtains, or shelves, or making a digital tv antenna using a cable you found in your creepy basement, a nail, and a coffee can.* Dad let me borrow one of his drills and since I've had it I've been very surprised at the amount of stuff I can accomplish. Part of it is my parents have very low expectations of me, since I'm a girl (not exaggerating), and I kind of mentally assume I can't do stuff because I'm used to them saying so. And, in all fairness, I'm really horrible at getting stuff straight on the wall without a lot of measuring and some pretty serious interaction with the level. But I can do it, and the rush that comes along with it is fun.

Not to suggest that there isn't a bit of a rush in owning a house. It's just a heavier kind of feeling because I know everything that's wrong with it: the leaks, the cracks in the walls, the outlets that need adjusting, the light fixtures that need replacing. And there's a lot. I know that no house is ever perfect. But I want mine to at least be adequate.




*Seriously, it works better than the one I bought. It's magic.