Not as Quick

Sometimes it seems that I can’t do as much as I used to. Okay, if a ladder is involved, that’s true, but other than that, I can do as much as I always could.

It just takes me longer.

A lot longer.

So, it comes down to this. I–like many others–have worked hard to have a comfortable nest egg. So, logically, do I spend six hours to handle a certain repair, or not?

Let me explain it differently.

Since I’m still working, and at the top of my lifetime pay scale, do I take three days off and do the job? Or, do I pay somebody who knows how to do it better and who can do it in a few hours for a reasonable rate?

Courtesy Iain Masterton, who is not, to the best of my knowledge, a Neanderthal.

I suffer from the Neanderthal Thing–think Tim Allen’s stand up comedy. As a male, (no offense to anyone who doesn’t identify as a male) I have this primordial need to prove that I AM CAPABLE OF FIXING THAT PROBLEM WITH THE GUTTER (or whatever)! My inclination is to attack the problem and conquer it, and I won’t be happy until I see that problem as a broken, lifeless carcass on the ground, surrounded by a vast bloodstain.

Or, I could write a check, retire to my easy chair, drink wine, and read a good book.

Why do I let this be an issue? It’s not like I ever aspired to be a Neanderthal.