None of which I would ever have attempted had it not been for my mother.
I spent my formative years watching her tackle just about every trade skill or hobby known to man because she just wanted it done. It never mattered what the skill was — upholstering furniture, plumbing, electrical work, website design, nuclear fission — she just rolled up her sleeves and wrestled it into submission.
Such fearsome competence has cast a shadow over my entire adult life. I am constitutionally unable to pay anyone to do something I myself might have a chance of sorting out.
So some people outsource. The women of my family self-source.
It’s an inherited disorder. And I’ve got it baaaaaaaad.
Anyway, should you notice odd blips with the blog, links, my websites or anything else, you know why. I hope to have everything ironed out soon.
In the meantime, hug a competent woman and thank her for raising the bar. (Thanks, Mom.)