Nothing like having the flu to help get a few things done around the house. Through the fever fog, I saw that I still had a bit of unpacking to do. Another symptom of the flu seems to be some sort of “Decorating ADHD” where I had to rearrange the furniture and buy pillows from Target.
First things first. I have a fear of the drill. This is not logical. It is heavy. I am fortunate to have a handy husband, so I don’t often have to tackle such fears. But this time, I needed to go ahead and drill some holes. There was a sconce that needed to be hung and I had waited long enough, like two weeks already.
So I got out the drill. The corded one so I did not have to fiddle with batteries, dead or alive. I discovered the secret of the drill. After all these years of living in fear. It is… to buy a brand new set of anchors, in the box, that tell you what size drill bit to use. This takes all the guesswork out of it. And I hung that sconce, with an anchor, and only one hole in the wall!
Everyone thinks I am handy because I can use a tile saw. But I have never confessed to “The Fear of the Drill” before. Emboldened by the sconce victory, I kept going. I decided to hang my ladder from the ceiling in the dining room. I needed storage for all the baskets I was tripping over, AND… It went well! Four holes later and some twine and I was in, like Flynn. Or something like it.
And then there were the curtain rods. I thought, ”I can do this!” I am QUEEN of the drill! I felt a power rush that I should have known was about to end in dramatic fashion. But I did not heed the warning. I measured and marked the holes for the first curtain rod, and for some reason it would-not-drill. Maybe it was just too high and I could not get any leverage.
I caved and called for Stuart to come help me. I told him there was something in the wall, …some sort of steel and the curtain rod could not be hung. He looked at the drill, reversed the direction, and in less than 2 seconds, had drilled the hole. He could not resist further comment and said, “Still queen of the drill?” I restrained myself and refrained from hitting him. Instead, I went off to a corner to lick my wounds.
And…. redecorated the mantle. Whew! Overall, this was a huge victory. I conquered the drill and learned that it goes in two directions! Who knew? And I promise you, if I can do it, so can you.
© copyright 2013 Mariam d’Eustachio.
Simply Turquoise 
4 responses to “Influenza: Signs and Symptoms”
Clever organizing of your baskets. Some of them look familiar. Thanks. Looks great. PAT
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I have a confession….I am the shoemakers wife and I too am afraid of the drill, BUT much to the shagrin of the shoemaker I have discovered that youtube has TONS of helpful videos on how to do things….although I did know that it goes both ways. =)
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Shoemaker’s wife indeed. Pretty soon you’ll have those boys trained in drill use, painting, and chicken feeding!
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