I think I may be killing my father in law with kindness. This weekend I’ve been helping him install a new AC system into his house. He’s got all the knowledge to do it but needs some cheap labor to get it done, hence where I fit in.
I honestly enjoy doing these things with him and I get some good hands on training in the process. Since I wasn’t much of a home fix-it kind of guy before meeting my wife, the very hot
sexymathteacher, I really do need some sort of training so it’s a fair trade, IMO.
Yesterday I managed to drop a pencil into his furnace that may require his dismantling said furnace. And today, while working on some ductwork up in his attic, I managed to put my foot in the wrong spot and brought down a whole section of sheetrock crashing to his garage floor.
He was very gracious about it, but I can’t help feeling I’m more of a hindrance than a help sometimes. Oh well, at least know I can learn how to put in a garage ceiling.