This belies family history. Two of my great, great grandfathers were professional carpenters. They built their own homes. So did my great grandfather. My grandfather was a master machinist, but he could build anything (he inherited the house his dad built and was off the hook). My dad built a two-car garage and added a third bedroom to our home. That’s a lot of talent.
I can’t nail two boards together.
This is evident in this weekend’s project to repair the backyard deck. Repair is hardly the correct approach. I should shoot it and put it out of its and my misery. But that’s way more than I could possibly take on, and I don’t have the money to hire a pro to bring in his minimum wage laborers and their 300% mark-up.
So the patient gets a band-aid instead of an organ transplant. And I hopefully get another three or four years out of a rotting deck. Just don’t look for a straight cut or a level surface or anything built to code.
Damn shame this skill eluded me. I imagine a lot of boomers probably lost skills that the do-it-yourself depression kids and their parents became so adept at it. Our disposable society is probably partly to blame. But so are those who failed to show an interest or ask questions of our elders. Maybe we were distracted by Pink Floyd or TV or drugs or the Generation Gap. Maybe it just wasn't cool enough.
I guess the average skill set changes with the times too. So I suck at wood. But I’m damn good at advertising. I bet old granddad couldn’t build a brand the way I can.