Every time I tackle a home improvement project, I get this nagging feeling that I missed my true calling. And today, hanging out with the HVAC guy while he fixed our gas heat unit, I finally fully connected with those feelings. I am so totally supposed to be a tradeswoman (is that a word?). I'm not even sure which kind, although probably not a plumber - that has the potential to get too gross. I just know I would be SO HAPPY working like that. If I could go back and be 19 or 20 again, I would pick a trade, apprentice with someone and have the time of my life fixing, building...whatever. I hung out with Mr. Tuck (HVAC guy) for 45 minutes, watching exactly what he did. I was with him when he pinpointed the problem - he was excited, I was excited - IT WAS AWESOME. We talked about HVAC units, we had lemonade, talked swimming (his granddaughter swam in the junior olympics in charlotte this summer). I could have talked to him all day listening to everything he knew. I almost missed the bus I was so into our HVAC unit. And don't even get me started on Mr. Tuck - coolest person ever. That's a whole 'nother story in itself. Seriously though, I need to figure out how to retire so I can start my second career as a fixer/builder. I have got to make this happen.
Weird - I just typed in "Mrs. Fixit" to grab an image to post with this blog and this website came up:
http://www.devinncampbellphotography.com/mrsfixit/
Granted, it's not devlyncampbellphotography.com BUT let's just say it's a fun coincidence at the very least : )
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