Hands are handy. And now mine don’t work very well. I have MS.
I’ve always been quite handy. I’ve repaired violins (and made two), I’ve fitted out canal boats and I’ve swept chimneys (“Gor blimey, Mary Poppins!”). I’ve been a handy-man. I’ve done some painting and decorating for other people as well as at home. I’ve been a washer-up in a posh hotel, and a house husband taking care of the cleaning and washing. Most of all, I’ve been a musician. My instruments hang on the wall, silent. I have begun the sad process of selling them off- they need to go to good homes where they will be played. My workshop is closed. My handiness is a memory.
But I’m still full of projects and plans. I will write about some of them here.
