As a single woman, I've learned over the years to do some things on my own, tasks that are normally left to men. I take out the garbage, take the car to get the oil changed, get something off a high shelf, etc. I've even discovered ways to open those hard-to-budge jar lids. All this independence has helped me get through the daily chores of life quite nicely. But occasionally, there is the odd thing I can't quite manage, so I've learned to ask for help.
Case in point: I drive an older model vehicle on which the cap to where you add the washer fluid broke. Those are pretty difficult to replace, so my father, being the ingenious fellow that he is, discovered that the lid from a bottle of washer fluid fits quite nicely on the reservoir. So that's what I've used for the last couple of years now. Usually I manage to get it on and off pretty well. But - the last time I tried, it was darn near impossible. I fiddled with it, I cursed it, and was ultimately unsuccessful. Finally, in fear of breaking a nail (let's face it, I am a girl), I gave up. Here it is winter, and I'm practically out of washer fluid, with no way to clean off all the ice and grime that comes with a snowstorm.
Last evening, my home teachers came over and at the end of the visit, happened to ask if there was anything I needed. Boy was there! I had just the chore for them - please help me get the dang cap off so that I could refill the washer fluid. They were of course, happy to assist. So, on a dark, cold, smog-filled evening, they worked and worked and finally got the cap off and the fluid refilled. Hurray!
It may seem like such a small thing, but it was a hassle, and something I couldn't quite manage on my own, no matter how independent I like to think I am. So here's a shout out to my home teachers and the good men that they are. I'm afraid they may have opened a Pandora's Box, though. I could get used to having them do things for me.
Case in point: I drive an older model vehicle on which the cap to where you add the washer fluid broke. Those are pretty difficult to replace, so my father, being the ingenious fellow that he is, discovered that the lid from a bottle of washer fluid fits quite nicely on the reservoir. So that's what I've used for the last couple of years now. Usually I manage to get it on and off pretty well. But - the last time I tried, it was darn near impossible. I fiddled with it, I cursed it, and was ultimately unsuccessful. Finally, in fear of breaking a nail (let's face it, I am a girl), I gave up. Here it is winter, and I'm practically out of washer fluid, with no way to clean off all the ice and grime that comes with a snowstorm.
Last evening, my home teachers came over and at the end of the visit, happened to ask if there was anything I needed. Boy was there! I had just the chore for them - please help me get the dang cap off so that I could refill the washer fluid. They were of course, happy to assist. So, on a dark, cold, smog-filled evening, they worked and worked and finally got the cap off and the fluid refilled. Hurray!
It may seem like such a small thing, but it was a hassle, and something I couldn't quite manage on my own, no matter how independent I like to think I am. So here's a shout out to my home teachers and the good men that they are. I'm afraid they may have opened a Pandora's Box, though. I could get used to having them do things for me.
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