The dad of one of the youngest’s besties gave up corporate life last year to become a handyman.
It has been an excellent life choice. He loves the work and he’s run off his feet through word-of-mouth referrals.
That’s because he arrives on time, doesn’t make a mess, charges a set day rate and thinks outside the box. For example he came up with an amazing solution for my wardrobe doors hitting the ceiling fan. I’d been thinking I needed new ones but he just cut the tops off the old ones so they fitted under the fan and reinstalled them with a plinth at the top.
I’ve become a bit of a handyman addict – I’ve already hired him for two four-day stints and he’s back again today to clean the travertine tiles on my balcony.
Each time he comes over I have a long list of chores. He’s done everything from painting all my apartment walls to replacing both concertina bathroom doors with normal ones, tightened taps, stopping the ensuite toilet from making a screaming noise every time it flushes, replacing the toilet seat and installing kitchen skirting boards, among many other things.
It has been awesome. It’s like having a very handy husband who cheerfully sorts out stuff around the house then leaves at the end of the day.
While he is very reasonably priced, 10 days of handyman work does not come cheap. But I reckon it has been so worth it. I finally feel like the place is ready to show off to friends.
Well, it will be as soon as I get around to giving it a good mop and wipe down. So maybe in six months time …
While I love the place I have decided to stick to just sorting out the small jobs and not doing any big stuff. It has occurred to me that with one child gone and the other contemplating moving out that maybe the apartment will be too big for just me.
And so I find myself approaching another life crossroad, wondering what my next move should be.
The feeling has been heightened by DD’s neighbour contemplating selling his place.
It would be my idea of dreamy to live next door to DD, to be close to each other but still have our independence. But the neighbour’s place will go for double what mine is worth so that’s not an option.
The contemplation continues …
Anyhoo, happy first day of autumn. Geez summer went fast.
Have a great weekend and I will catch you next week.
You will be relieved to hear I have a relatively quiet few days in store. Just getting my roots done and going to a gig. Ace!
Song of the day: The Clash “Should I stay or should I go?”
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