Ha. When I go to my friend’s in Shell Beach…she’s older and lives alone in a big house on the water and isn’t handy. Eventually there’s a list for me (things her gardener, housekeepers, or the lady who comes in to do paperwork can’t do) including cooking festive meals. It’s a magical house that makes me smile just to think of it, including all the crazy little projects. How to get a broken-off chandelier bulb-base out of the rusted socket in the antique bedside wall sconce without shutting off electrical and then having to reboot too many things? Tried different non-electricity conducting things to stick in the socket to get traction and unscrew the badly stuck base. A very dry carrot worked. Then onto repairing a wicker picnic basket, re—gluing the wallpaper all around her huge bedroom/sitting/dressing room 20” ceiling line, re-plastering the bathroom wall to re-anchor loose towel bars etc with toggle bolts. While there she went into diabetic shock and had to make numerous phone calls on two cell phones and land line simultaneously while reading tiny print to figure out how to test blood and put it in the reader and figure out what it means, and then take the right actions. We were laughing about it later after the ER etc, but jeese we’ve had a wide scope of things in the last 20 years….balls, meeting cool celebs through her rock-star son-in-law, trips, but I always remember the little puttering things and sitting on the terrace with wine when the sun’s sinking into the sea. Great friend.