Fix-it Craftmanship

We have finally been feeling a touch of spring this week after what seemed like back to back snow spells. (I am not complaining, we need the moisture desperately.) The longer days and warmer weather is a blessing in more ways than one. When we get home in the evenings, the kids would rather stay outside playing with Miss Kitty, soaking up every last drop of sunlight before coming inside.

The other day, Mr Blue Eyed drug the rescued big wheel out of the garage to take it for a spin. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him struggle with the bike and a feeling of nostalgia washed over me. 

It was the sight of a daddy's fix-it craftmanship.

It was the sight of jet black, electrical tape.

My wonderful Handy Man had cut two small pieces of 2x4's and taped them to the pedals of the rescued big wheel.

My heart melted as I remembered all of the things Grandpop had fixed for me as a child by way of shiny, smooth, jet black electrical tape.

It must be a sex-linked chromosome thing.

I used to think it was just an Eveleth thing.

Maybe it's too many episodes of Macgyver.

God bless daddies and black electrical tape!