There are many little things that I cannot do that make me feel stupid. After returning home around 3:00 AM from the Patriots Monday night football game, I found the battery in my car dead. While I know how to jump-start a car and had the cables to do so, I could not open the hood of my car.
Try as I might, I can never find the damn latch. And even though my friend, Scott, was also unable to find the latch a couple years ago, I still felt exceedingly stupid when I had to ask Shep to open the hood for me last night.
This is just one of many small tasks that I am unable to complete.
I cannot sharpen a pencil with a non-electrical sharpener.
I cannot throw a baseball with any degree of effectiveness.
I cannot snap my children's pajamas closed without mixing up the snaps.
I cannot determine the ripeness of an avocado.
I cannot change the oil in my car.
I cannot remember how old I am without doing the subtraction.
I cannot fold a fitted sheet.
Perhaps until now.