My life

Sometimes I wonder why I am the way I am. I have always been the hands on type, I'll try anything, help anyone and so on and over the years I've learned how to do a lot of things But... today I was standing balanced on top of a wooden gate six foot in the air, leaning over an eighteen inch gap, splotches of tar all over my arms and legs and banging nails into the shed roof. I'm fifty-six years old! I should be sitting in a deckchair, knitting, letting someone else do the work.
 Isn't it funny though, I wouldn't do that, I would want to be involved in whatever is going on. Also I still think I know best. My son was helping and between us we did a pretty good job. I ended up thinking that I am still teaching and guiding

my kids, Will now knows how to re-felt a shed roof.