When my father was still around, he was our fix-all handy man: carpenter, electrician, mechanic, plumber, garbage man, etc. There’s just nothing he can fix. Among his three sons, only one is like him. The twins? They’ll fix stuff only if they want to! Not that they can’t be handy mans, most of the time they are just indifferent I guess. Or maybe lazy, or both? I really don’t know. My brother Gary…when he’s here, his day isn’t complete if he isn’t fixing stuff. On the roof, or anywhere else. I mean, give him a piece of wood and some nails and by the end of the day we have a new stool or table, or something.
During the weekend, our toilet was clogged. My mother (God bless her for being so tough now that my father is gone), kept bugging my two younger brothers to help her fix the thing, to no avail. One has has a “date” with the gf while the other one has guitar practice. Me? I’m just a lot queasy with fixing clogged toilets, sorry. Thank you very much! Ha ha ha.
Give me something else, except the toilet. Broken washing machines, electrical wirings, Pedestal sinks, anything — I’ll fix it! Just not the toilet, please?!
Anyways…my mother almost gave up. I told her to just leave it…what’s up will go down right? Eventually. There’s just no other way around! He he. By 10 pm last night? She succeeded! Hooray. My mother is one persistent lady. I’m not as patient as her in some stuff. I would have called whoever it is that fixes clogged toilets or whatever…maybe build a new C/R?! Ha ha ha.
Well…i just don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s really something else. 
My father shouldn’t worry a thing, my mother will live and survive, even alone I guess. She may cry a lot, but she’s really, really a tough one!