Day 233: Remember the Time... I Didn't Have To Miss American Idol

When I was little, I thought my dad could fix anything. He just seems to know how to fix whatever broke around the house, whether it was the sink or garbage disposal, computer, car, pool filter, hole in the wall, etc., regardless of whether or not it related to his expertise as an electrician. I know everything I know about handiwork from him.

What I don't know is what I was watching my dad fix back when I was little that impressed me so much, but what I do remember is telling him, "Daddy, you can fix anything that's broken. You can even fix the clouds." 


And he told me that one day he'd fix the clouds just for me.

The only thing that I can think of that my dad's shied away from fixing is the television. Even though he's an electrician, he said he won't go near the internal workings of a TV because it has so many components and unless you have the know-how, you should just leave it to the professionals.

But my dad raised me to believe that I can do anything. Never have I ever attempted to fix a television until today.

Granted, this fix was something I figured I'd be able to do since I quickly figured out the problem (a busted lamp that needed replacing) and was able to dig out explicit directions as to where to go to obtain a new one and how to put it in, but still. I'm generally pretty proud of attempting something new and succeeding - especially when it comes to handiwork. But I still gotta give credit where credit is due.


Thanks Dad.