But I learned.
I learned how to identify and use power tools, how to kick carpets and fill in holes, how to deal with crises involving plumbing, apply band-aids, pass wrenches, replace car parts, install fireplaces, paint walls, and laugh in the face of Disaster. I learned how to mow grass (preferred when we set the sheep to the task, even with the risk of extra fertilizer), build play equipment, restore wood, and construct additions. I learned where to hide when I didn't want to do work (in the bathroom with paper and a pen so I could write stories, in a stall with a quiet horse, in the sheep shed resting against my favourite lamb) and how to delegate chores (usually by bossing my sisters around). In time I could identify weeds, save strangled flowers, dig out a flat piece of land, and help lay bricks down for a new patio. I learned a ton, whether I wanted to or not, and now Gabe and I have our own home.
We both love trips to Home Depot. In our world, such trips are just as good (and often better) than any other date we could devise.
I think this is an idea you either "get" or don't. Middle ground doesn't exist in the land of Home Depot Dates. We spend an hour or so there today and walked out with a number of projects for the condo. I'll keep you posted on those. :)
Prior to Home Depot we went on a hike. We have a goal of going on one hike every weekend and alternating between dog-friendly hikes and hoom-only hikes. Today we took both pups up Kamikaze Trail.
|Gabe & Belle on the Kamikaze Trail|
And in other news, I continue to organize.