You know how I know that spring is here? It’s the trail of ants in my kitchen. I came home from work today and my wife informed me that we have ants. We get them every year. I spray the perimeter of the house with a mild insecticide and the problem goes away. It’s easy but tedious work that always turns into a day of honey-do’s.
Today was my birthday though, and I didn’t want to work so I told the missus what I always tell her. “Honey, I’ll take care of it on the very next nice weekend.” I of course was referring to the weather, and since it snowed today, I figured I had bought myself some time. The problem is I used this same excuse at least twenty times this winter. The list of things I am going to have to do on the next sunny Saturday is getting pretty extensive. I sat down and began devising a plan to further avoid all this work.
Don’t get me wrong I love plying the handyman trade all around the house. All men do, but we like to do it on our own terms. Men don’t work well with deadlines. I like to just wake up one day and decide, TODAY I AM GOING TO CLEAN THE GUTTERS. When it’s my idea I have fun doing it. Don’t believe me? Think about it. I get to climb on the roof, get dirty, live dangerously, and of course I have a high pressure water sprayer. It has so much power that last year I had to replace a small section of gutter. It was AWESOME.
As I sat pondering this dilemma my eyes fell upon an old ‘Bass Pro’ catalog. Quickly becoming distracted by the colorful lures and deer antler shaped furniture I drifted to sleep. Two things occurred to me in my sleep. The first is that I am finally old enough to enjoy an afternoon nap with out being hung over and the second thing was the simple solution to my problem. As it turns out I realized that all men have this exact same problem and invented the fix for it years ago.