Once upon a time, I was capable of a doing things on my own. If memory serves, it was that time between giving birth to my children, and when they both moved back home a couple of years ago.
When the kids were small, I did pretty much everything around the house. I hung wallpaper, tore up carpet (though it did result in stitches to my lip - long story), painted walls, and built furniture. NOT the homemade stuff you need a table saw, but the stuff you buy ready to put together, with an allen key, a screwdriver, and the occasional hammer.\
I could reprogram a VCR, hook up the cable for the television, and ....well, that was about the extend of my technical capabilities.
Today I discovered those skills are gone! Not sure where they went, perhaps they've disappeared into the fog of menopause memory. Or rather, and this is what I hope, is things have become more complicated.
When I opened the box and started reading the instructions, I was a little overwhelmed. There are benefits however to having a son who worked in a furniture store. While I put the glass in and the handles onto the doors, and wandered aimlessly, he whipped that thing together in no time.
After he finished I decided I would take the television and the components apart to move them onto the new stand. The first thing I did was unplug the connections to the PVR. I was excited because they were color coded! This was going to be easy...I thought. Next I took apart the Wii, and unplugged the DVD player.
So I've got everything off the end table I used for the components and started putting them together on the new stand. Uh oh...apparently the color coding wasn't quite right. What to do? I know, I called C to come help me. Less than ten minutes later he had the television up and running, while I finished clearing the old stand.
And finally, here it is.. lousy picture notwithstanding....and we all lived happily ever after!