Dad, the Handyman

18 Dad, the Handyman My dad decided that he wanted to be a handyman. He said that the man of a family had to be a handyman. In his mind, it's an obligation and part of a man's nature to be able to fix things around the house. My mom loved that idea. She gave him full support whenever he had the urge to fix something. Dad's handyman endeavours started with our bicycles. We have two bicycles. One is new, and the other is old. The newer one had a loose pedal and the brakes didn't respond to a quick stop. Dad decided to take parts from the old bicycle, to make a perfect one for me. He spent the whole morning removing the pedals and brakes from the old bike. But then, Dad couldn't get the parts installed properly on my bike. Not only this, but he couldn't put the parts back on the bike he had dismantled either. Now, neither of the bikes worked. It was discouraging for Dad. He stopped thinking about his handyman glory for a while.

Not long after, he noticed that a wall in the living room had some scratches on it. He decided to paint the wall to freshen up the room. That seemed like an easy job. After buying the paint, the rollers and the brushes, he started painting the wall. Once he began painting, Dad discovered that the rollers and brushes lcft marks on the wall no matter how careful he was with each stroke. Instead of painting the entire room, he did only one wall, leaving brush marks here and there if you looked at it sideways. Dad's dream doesn't die easily. He is still trying to become a handyman. Recently, he changed the bulb in the kitchen after removing the glass cap. He was so happy with his success. Mom and I watched a TV show called The Worst Handyman in Canada. We think we will nominate my dad to receive this title. Don't get me wrong. We love Dad dearly. And we love the way he tries to be the head of the household -even if his handyman skills need a bit of an upgrade.