Friday, March 30, 2012

Handy Man

John is up in the attic adding more insulation. I may have mentioned this before, but before my husband got his degree in civil engineering, he got one in construction. He can do simple electrical work and plumbing in addition to rough carpentry, painting, and other household repairs. He can also cook and sew, but those skills are self taught.

So as he prepared to take off to the big box hardware store this morning to buy the insulation, a song popped into my mind. Sure enough, it was on You Tube, because everything is on You Tube.

And for you youngsters who only know the James Taylor version, this is the original version. What can I say? I’m sorry my generation hogged all the good music.

On second thought, no I’m not.

ETA: The song Amaryllis linked to in the comment below is so perfect I wanted to see if I could embed the video here (lyrics may not be safe for work):

And while we're at it, here's another song on the same theme, although this man is a little more specialized:


  1. Me, neither.

    However, before I got to your song, quite another song had popped into my mind...because our generation didn't invent all the good music, either. Or all the good men.

    He's such a handy man

  2. Or sex, much as we liked to think so.

    Great song! Thanks for the link.

  3. Glad you liked it.

    Coincidentally, when I was talking to my mother this afternoon, she mentioned that her father used to say that he'd changed his religion just so he could go to church with the girl in the blue sweater.

    Somehow, one had not thought of one's grandmother as a "sweater girl."