So I struggle to get around, and I have to use my channel-locks to get the cap off a ketchup bottle. Fabulous.
In the past month:
A 16-inch dbh tree blew over onto my dog fence. Result: I have to cut the tree up and drag it away, and I have to redo about 75 feet of 6’ fence, posts and all.
The plumbing in the basement associated with my pump is all getting old and springing leaks. Result: I have to replumb the whole mess: pressure tank, controls, pipe, wiring, check valve, etc. A year ago this would have been nothing to me.
The sill on my woodshed has rotted and cracked. Result: I have to jack it up, put in a needle beam, hack off the sill, and replace it, wrestling 6x6’s like I’m some teenager (I’m 72), and crawling around in the dirt with my sawzall.
My wife says, “Well you’ll just have to hire somebody.” I know that’s a perfectly reasonable idea, but all my life I have done all my own work on everything. I’ve always LIKED it when something needs work: something to do, and cheaper, by far. A chance to show off, I suppose.
I tell myself that I’ll get this stuff done, but I’m beginning to think I might not, which makes me sad. I’ve always been the guy everybody used to call for help with stuff. Now I’m the guy who has to ask his wife to carry in the birdseed (happened an hour ago). I hate this disease. I hope I can adjust.