He would sit rubbing his balding head,
staring at the broken part, pondering,
certain that no power supply, no heating coil,
no if-you-built-it, I-can’t-fix it thing
could hide its mysteries from him.
Once I watched him build, all by himself,
a set of dovetailed cupboards in our furnace room—
each shelf level and every support square
on walls and floorboards that weren’t.
It took two shots, but he got it right.
It was the doing of it that he loved,
the way mechanical things surrendered to his will
that in the end separated us. I’m just different.
My father could fix anything—but not me.
I was on an Independence Day ride with a friend recently when we got to talking about our fathers. (On long rides, cyclists have to be imaginative to keep the conversation going.)
Interestingly, both of our fathers were handymen and could build or fix anything. More importantly, however, we also agreed that for the two of us, it just made more sense to get someone else to do it right from the very beginning: it saved the time of the initial attempt, the cursing of the assured failure and the eventual call to the professional to come and do an even bigger job then before we started messing with it. And besides, living this way leaves more time for cycling, and to be honest, it really is all about the cycling.
But one thing my friend said caught my more serious side…that our father’s were great handymen not just out of need (although there was that) but because they loved doing it. “There’s a poem in that,” I thought at the time; I hope you think me right.
Thank you for reading I am no handyman. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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