my heart’s in my throat…
... my fingers are in my ears, and my breathing’s on hold. The plumber‘s returned to install the bathroom fixtures.
After oohing and aahing about the nice work the contractor had done with the tiling, the plumber proceeded to tell me he wasn’t keen about drilling through the tile on the wall in order to affix the pedestal sink. Seems he’d done that years ago and shattered the tile in the process. It cost him more to have the tile redone than he made on the job. Needless to say he wasn’t in a hurry to repeat the experience.
You can understand my cringing at the thought…and the drilling. I know if I hear a groan and an expletive the dastardly thing will have occurred. So I’m crossing fingers and toes.
Where my contractor is a fine craftsman, my impression is that this plumber is fine. Having been through 2 remodels and being extremely attentive to details, I can differentiate between artists and workers. Thank God for the latter, but God be praised when one among them can create beauty, not just function. Gabe is that gifted person.
Just as my daughter followed her heart in pursuing a professional dance career at 16 years of age, Gabe left college after a couple of years and eventually found his own niche. He’s in an elite group of men who can combine mind and hands to forge something not only practical in its functionality, but pleasing to the eye as well.
My husband and I have college degrees, having gone the traditional route expected of high school graduates. While this may have been right for us, it is not necessarily the path others should take. But deciding to do one or the other should not preclude changing one’s mind, in mid-stream or after having done the other.
Life offers us possibilities. Why should we limit ourselves to just one choice. After all life is about change. Why not embrace it! I’m doing just that…
…even as i cringe at the thought of…newly-set tile…cracking…(fingers and toes crossed)…