All of this is really useful - and makes me anxious, because I know I lack the discipline to get down and learn how to fix a simple faucet leak, or relearn how to fix a flat or replace the oil in my car (I long ago was taught those things by my Best Beloved, but have never thought to keep up the knowledge with practice. I also haven't had to replace the car's points and plugs because cars just don't have those much anymore, but I digress ....)

I am capable of simple sewing (hems, buttons, adding simple darts to things like maska) although I long ago gave my sewing machine to the Goodwill. Cooking and baking I can do. Not panicking when the electricity goes out is not too much of a problem; I also keep candles and oil lamps (and oil) around.

The medical things - first aid, etc. - are the toughest things for me, other than helping someone put on a bandaid or a simple gauze bandage, and of course cleaning the wound. Before my mother died I had the horrendous occasion to change a large bandage over a very large open wound, and I barely kept it together. Nor did I do a good job.

So much to chew on here. I'll say thank you, though, even if it does make me anxious!