Zanelle

zanelle

zanelle
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Alpine, California, United States
Birthday
December 07
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I am here in cyberspace trying to understand the true nature of reality. My artwork can be seen in the blog link below. http://suzannesmith0.wix.com/stucco-by-zanelle#!home/mainPage

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JULY 19, 2012 7:49AM

Screws and Bolts, Saws and Nails

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   Not my thing.  I don't really like things that are noisy or that I have to measure.  Tools seem to be such a male territory that to look at them thru a female perspective reveals a whole new world.  

  I have just come from a wrestling match with an electric screwdriver.  I am hot, sweaty and frustrated.  I just hate to have to deal with all this.  At first I think of it as a challenge and then as a war and now in defeat I am just limp.  I want things to go together magically.  

  I got the first leg of the table on easily.  The second leg is just impossible.  I finally got a screw into the slot only to hear it all collapse as I was trying to turn it right side up and I am mad.  Mad at the world and myself.  Mad at anyone and anything.  Screw it all.

  Saws are the same way.  When I was limbing the tree out back it was fun at first.  Then the saw got stuck.  Then the branch ripped down the trunk and fell on top of me.  Then I got disgusted with the whole mess and finally with superstrength I finished the job and I am proud.  

  Oh I could hire someone, ask for help or take my time and learn a little bit about tools.  However I am stubborn.  I just want it all to work easily and with a few bats of my eyelashes I want the work to be done.  It isn't possible in this material world.  It takes muscle and balance to stand on your head and screw some stupid metal thing into a hole.  

  I don't like to measure either.  I like to eyeball things.  "Measure twice and cut once."  How about measure never and get it all wrong and have to do it over and over again.  Isn't the definition of insanity to do the same thing over and over and expect different results.  I must have forced that electric screwdriver into that stripped slot on that stupid screw a hundred times and as it whorled too fast or too slow I cursed it every time.  

  I just want to get a hammer and destroy things.  Just bang away at this stupid table until it is a pile of slivers.  At least it isn't one of those nightmare Ikea projects where the directions have no words and you swear that the Swedes have a curse on us all.   

   The only thing worse that doing these tool projects by myself is asking some guy to do it for me.   Then I have to watch while either he does it without any effort at all or he battles the same way I do and makes it even a worse mess than it already is.  

   Now I have an old table with one leg in the middle of my room.  Geez.  I want to get a hammer and some nails and just start pounding but I know what will happen to the darn nails.  They will bend just as they are getting embeded into the wood and I will have to pound them over on their side and curse some more.  

   I know not all women feel this way.  Here are some videos of a great little worker bee who has all pink tools.  Even her extension cords are pink.  She just has too much fun.  She gives me hope that there is a girl way to approach tools and I just have to let it happen.  

  Here is one of her year in review videos.  I feel better already after watching her.  There is always hope.

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Back when I was in Junior High, the girls took Home Ec and got to make aprons and the boys took Industrial Arts and got to make tables. It didn't seem fair, so a friend and I went and bought lumber and made our own tables on the front porch. I've been doing most of my own home repairs ever since. It just takes some practice. And like that tree limb, the end result feels good.
I hear you on the magical thinking when it comes to such things. I hear you on wanting to take that hammer for ill.
I love the way this read. Would like to see that one legged wonder.
And yes, the Swedes (and their tiny meatballs) are out to get us.
My problem anymore is trying to fit ScrewA into Slot/HoleB and get everything lined up while finding the right angle to look through my bifocals and actually see what I'm doing.
Ha Yes I remember Home Ec and envy of the boys in Shop. Good for you jlsathre. The end result does feel good if I ever get that far.

fernsy...The table is on the floor here in a heap waiting to be given to someone with more patience and skills than I have.

Walter...getting older is definitely part of it all but I have never really liked noisy things like saws and electric anythings.
None of it is simple and all of it requires patience and the understanding that imperfection requires improvisation... I can knock most stuff together, and with time and the right tools I can build a nice piece of furniture, but most of my work has the style of an old barn.
I am pretty handy when it comes to home repairs. I don't like anything to do with paint or papering. My husband and I built a house when we were in our early twenties. Learned a lot from that experience. And for the most part, I enjoyed it.
Oh I wish I was there to help you, sigh. Sometimes it takes someone holding one part because it's all too heavy to hold with one hand and push the drill or screwdriver with the other. What you need is a second set of hands. It would be nice to be able to buy things assembled and have them delivered.

Today I hate my lawnmower, it works great but I have 1/4 acre lot and even though I mowed early I'm wiped out from the heat. I want a lawn mower that mows while I'm indoors with a remote control and glass of ice water. Or I need... a seasonal husband.
Oh Dear, Measure twice, cut once. Works in life too.
Oh dear, I have so been there! I sigh when I see things that need to be fixed. Bleah! Not my definition of fun to do, whether the tools are pink or not.
I bought an old house and renovated it myself, with no prior knowledge or experience ... results look like it here and there, but on the whole I'm happy with it.
But that was then, and now I'm old & tired and have a wonderful, if bossy, handyman. I'm happy to turn him loose on projects and don't even care when he makes remarks about some of my old work. (On the whole, people, esp. men, are impressed when women can do meatball carpentry, the way women used to be impressed when a man is able to cook a simple meal.)
I feel the way that you do. I started trying to learn DYI stuff because it was teaching me patience. I am an idea person but get bored with process. Many things like painting and cement etc need to be done on their own time step by step for the job to be good.
zanelle, these are survival skills, pure and simple. When I was in junior high, boys learned shop and girls took home ec. I think there was one year when they allowed one day of crossover. Then they killed that curriculum completely.

Still, you can learn these things. There are several books; browse Amazon for "home repair for women." Heck, browse your local public library, especially if they have online catalogs. There's a cable channel called DIY that show how these things are done. You may even find community college or night school classes to teach how to do repairs.

I will warn you, though, you should learn these from women who know how to do repairs. Men who do these things won't want to teach; they'll do it for you and mutter if you ask questions. I know; I'm a chronic White Knight who does these things for the many incompetent women in my life, and although I could teach them how to do these things, they don't want to learn or listen; they want me to finish the repairs and get the hell out of their lives, so they can date attractive and vapid men.
So cute Neutron. I love that comment. It takes on so many levels!!
Looks like that didn't post. Ah, well...zanelle, I'm not being cute. Remember that "cute" means bow-legged.

Every adult should know how to fix a table or a chair, cook a meal from raw ingredients, and sew buttons on clothes. That American schools no longer teach this (or parents teach their children) is why Americans will soon be nothing but slaves to the Chinese overlords.

Your article is full of your pain at your incompetence in life. The only cure is to learn skills, practice skills and use skills. Then, once you have those skills, find other lost souls and teach them. Don't expect teachers or educators to do it; in America they're all child abusers and incompetent hacks. Do it yourself and save - not just money, but your soul and your country.
Well at least I know how to make love to a man. That competence always saves my soul.
Sounds like a pain to me. Mind you, if I ever earn reincarnation, I'd like to be a pretty, petite blonde girl. But just because I'd look like a sex object doesn't mean I'd want to be one or be treated like one. And if I retained the knowledge of what being a man is like, I'd sure hate to have to deal with them regularly.