I bought a drill. It is yellow. It is my first drill. I bought it because I’m 59 next month and thought it was about time. It’s nearly a half a century since I joined the rest of the world in giving up on myself when it came to practical skills. My brother, who is younger, was good at that stuff, which I wasn’t. He was also very good at Lego, which I wasn’t. What I was good at was unclear. Reading, possibly. Anyway, he was the practical one and I wasn’t and that was the end of it. And, in the way of these things, this truth got truer as time went on.
And I’ve got sick of it, not in the sense of feeling emasculated or anything, just bored by my hopelessness, bored of bothering and/or paying people to do things. I don’t want to do anything particularly advanced. I just want to be able to drill a hole.
