After the Ford F-150 turned 100K miles, little problems started popping up. Nothing major, just annoying, semi-expensive crap that has to be taken care of. Recently, it was the windshield wipers. Stuck in the lowest interval position and can't be turned off. I know exactly squat about how to fix it so I called some places and was told to leave it a couple of days, or it would be a minimum $100 for the "diagnostics" to determine the problem. So, I typed it in the Googled Chromes. Voila! 5 minute video on how to replace one. Went to the auto parts store and ordered one for $50.00.
Yesterday after work, I was headed outside and Snagette asked me where I was going.
I'm going out to replace my windshield wipers timer.
By yourself?
Yeah, why? (In my best sarcastic voice)
Do you know how?
Yeah (Same voice as above)
There's about an 8 second silence before I say, "Yeah, this is isn't going to end well, is it?"
In her best sympathetic voice...."No honey, it's not."
She knows me. I will tackle a project, assemble something, take something apart. And 9 times out of 10, I will F it up and start speaking in tongues. I will swear that the manufacturer didn't include a part I need, or the two rails came bent and won't fit together. It's not my fault. But 9 times out of 10, yes it is.
I'm getting better, though. It all started when we couldn't get anybody out to replace a dryer belt. The dryer was located in the same room as our computer, so I Youtube'd a step by step video, and spent an afternoon attacking that undertaking. Did you know there are only 2,745 steps in replacing a dryer belt? But I did it. And when I hit that on button and it started humming along, I realized the three parts I had left over weren't needed. And I suddenly felt like a MAN!!! I take on a lot more things these days, especially with the help of the Googles.
Snagette's dad is 83. That man will turn anything into a DIY project to save a buck. Went over to his house one day and he had an A-frame ladder in the bed of his truck and he was balancing on the top step, cutting limbs out of a tree. Just to save a buck. He's the DIY king.
My fear of the inevitable failure used to find me just dropping something off and saying call me when it's ready. Now, I actually look forward to taking on a new project. Except electricity. I've got that number on speed dial.