Mr. Fix-It

My wife has been bothering me to put up a  celling fan in our bedroom for months. So last week we made the purchase and on Sunday I started to install it. What I had to do first was run the electric so I had to climb up into our small attic.  First of all it is 200 degrees and I am sweating like Rick Santorum in a bath house.

Before I climbed into the attic I got the tools that I thought I would need, which means every tool I have.  I come from a long line of family member that have no handyman skills. I can recall as a 7 year old watching my father measure for a vent to be installed in the heating duct in our cellar. He puts the vent up on the duct, traced it in pencil, cuts it out, puts the vent up and it falls right through duct. His motto was "Measure once and cut right a way."  And his tool box was a Electolux mothball can with a hammer,one screwdriver, butter knife and a ax. You get the picture no handyman genes.

So I am up in the attic with all my tools and the first thing I do is stand up and hit my head. OK be calm lets just do this.  So everything is going smoothly and that's when I tipped over a table that had a glass vase on it with 4 thousand glass beads in it, all over the floor............GREAT.  After 20 minutes of picking up the 4 thousand beads I continued on and did finish the project. Another 1 hour job handled in 8 hours by Mr. Fix it.....your pal.