While I find all of the blogging names I chose for my family members to be quite fitting, I am contemplating changing Coach's moniker to 'Manly.'
|This is my original |
set of 'Little House' books.
A little worn,
but still on the girls' desk.
It started with the leaking kitchen ceiling. I've witnessed the telltale fixer-upper behavior before. It involves three components:
1. a look that makes me feel invisible as he stares straight through me while I assume he envisions the isles of Home Depot,
2. the infamous I-know-more-than-most-because-this-is-home-repair-conversation tone,
3. and lots of nodding when speaking to an expert about the issue like 'Yeah, you speak my language.'
It makes me cringe. The man can focus on nothing else when a complicated or uncomplicated future-home-repair sight crops up.
|Warning: I think these |
icicles could kill someone!
Keep your distance, unless
of course you know something
about home maintenance and
construction, and arrive bearing
Home Depot gift cards.
I don't mean to downplay the crappiness of the situation. I just grasped early on that it was out of our control beyond calling someone to handle it. But, uh, Manly can converse about nothing else.
I called a few roofers after I heard back from our friends. Coach spoke to one said roofer when he returned my call. He suggested that Coach toss some rock salt up into the gutters if possible. This gave Coach a new focus.
Sunday night Coach reminded me several times to call that roofer back, because that was how they left it. I grasped the 'call him and he said he will come over' concept the first time. I know, I know, I am not a fixer-upper type and I don't own a tool belt, so it's hard to know if I have the skill set for phoning a roofer.
Monday morning I called first thing and the guy called me back just before I started my workout class. He then called me in the middle of the class to let me know that he had cleared some snow from the roof and tossed some salt in the gutters. He pointed out that we probably need to add insulation in the attic based on how the snow was melting off the roof.
When I finished my class, I stopped by Coach's physical therapy clinic that is attached to the health club. I relayed the info I received from the roof guy. Coach kept trying to interrupt me. He was frustrated with me. It's hard to pinpoint if it was the rate that I was sharing the information or the lack of details or my general incompetence.
|Laura and the real 'Manly'|
If that doesn't work, I can always put on a bonnet and holler to Coach when he comes home, 'Save us Manly!'