Home repairs get done!
I grew up in New Hampshire in a family of fixers. You need the radiator in your car replaced? No problem -- pull it into the garage and Dad will take care of it. Brake pads low? Changed in a day. Oil change? Done in a few minutes. I learned to sheetrock and spackle when I was a kid. We had a garage full of tools (including a hydraulic drill and jack) that Dad and my three brothers put to good use.
And then I moved away to Washington, DC and left my repairmen behind. I cringe every time I take my car to the shop, thinking how Dad could fix whatever problem has arisen and charge me only for the parts.
So I was very happy when Dad and two of my brothers came down for Zach's birthday party. Dad was very kind and fixed our dishwasher drain hose (a mouse chewed through it while we were on vacation in Delaware). At first I thought Jason and I could do it ourselves, but when I googled it and saw that it could involve disconnecting electrical supplies and water hook-ups, I thought it was best left to the professionals.
And my brother Walt fixed the dimmers for the lights in our kitchen (I didn't get a picture of that because Dad and I were on a Home Depot run for hose clamps when that happened). Those had been broken for, oh, say, at least four months.
Now if only I had a landscaper in the family...
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