Light Switch Repair

 

A couple of days ago my son replaced the light switch in the bathroom. The one we had used a round knob, push for on/off and turn for intensity. The new one is called a slide dimmer. The thing is, the switch is between two pieces of trim and the plate is just a tad too wide. I used a file to shave it down a bit. Not too long age you had a plate with two screws. Now it has a second plate which pushes over the first one to hide the screws. Had to shave that one too but not so much. 

In this day and age men continue to perform small repair jobs around the house. There are no limitations on gender when it comes to home maintenance and repairs. Anyone, regardless of their gender, can learn and engage in these tasks.

It's important to remember that home repair skills are not inherently tied to gender. Anyone can acquire the knowledge and develop the necessary skills to tackle various repair jobs around the house. With the right tools, resources, and a willingness to learn, both men and women can handle tasks such as fixing leaky faucets, repairing electrical outlets, painting walls, assembling furniture, and much more.

In fact, many people find great satisfaction and fulfillment in taking care of their homes by learning basic repair and maintenance skills. Whether you're a man or a woman, there is no reason why you cannot handle small repair jobs and make improvements around the house.

Free Will

 

When a man believes he knows |God's will and is resolved to do it, then he is the most dangerous man in the world. 

Lost Love

I read this
"If a woman stops loving you, there is nothing you can do about it except put your hands in your pocket and walk away."

Friends

I've read that a man is defined by his friends. What about his enemies?

An Onion A Day

   

     Depending on airport flights, airport waits can be long, and if not prepared, tedious. I find that a book as a travelling companion is a must. With or without a book, people watching can be most interesting, productive or disheartening.
     I sit in New Jersey - my carry-all luggage wrapped around me - a chapter finished. The spies can wait while I eyeball my surroundings. Raising my head, my first blink, like a photo, captures a couple, each with a hamburger laid out on a napkin, which tries its best to stay in place on their laps. It appears each has ordered a patty with the same trimmings. As I watch, they began to trade condiments - she dislikes onions, he tomatoes, she dislikes pickles, and he lettuce - and so it goes. With trading completed - both satisfied, they press their sandwiches back together, happy for the trade. They appear to be a good match.
     A man walks by holding a submarine sandwich by three fingers. The other two fingers clasp onto a dangling plastic bag. It hangs down rigid, eight inches long, dragged down by the weight of an onion. Not just any onion, but a large one, yet unpeeled, its outer skin green and brown. Is it a souvenir - something to brag about to Midwest relatives, "Everything is large in New York, look at this onion." Then again, it could be dessert, one I would shy away from, and I suppose from anyone who consumes one raw. Wonder what flight he is on?