My mom has always filled the role of the “man of the house.” That’s just who she was…instead of having a “honey do” list, she’d just do. The other week, while I was kibitzing to some of you fine folks on Twitter, there was a ruckus in the kitchen. My mom was sawing off the top of a metal wine rack just to make it fit in the cabinet better.
What my dad’s role was, which I’m finding out now, is that he would know who to call when something went wrong. Of course when I finally realized this it was Christmas Day, there was something scurrying around our attic, the roof had rotted, the gradient heat wasn’t working, and the thermostat found a way to turn the heat up ten degrees even when it was shut off.
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