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For the gals, young or old, a little advice from a man who knows things, some of them learned the in painful ways:

Holy husband or no, don't forget the guys are human. And men, too. Different. That's one reason why women marry them. Whatever you do, don't try and turn 'em into women.

Sometimes...a guy 'aint got no time to be instructed, but just has to go fix that hole in the roof. Some possible comment or inclusion of important detail is ok. But be brief if possible, and always be kind if ya' can swing it.

When he get's done, he don't wanna be hearing a bunch of yapping telling him what he should be "like" or do, coming from all direction including the dawg. Leave him be, 'cause you just might not understand. He might need some time for his mind to wander, almost as much as a woman might could use a bit more help with the housework. But don't bug the guy too much. Find another way, if possible.

If he isn't listening, he may already "know" but is struggling to come up to every and all prior expectations, or ate up with guilt for falling short of doing so. He could pull away. Reassurance towards the fella a bit here and there all along the way can go a long ways. Want the man to be holy? Ok fine. Expect that he be so? Get ye to a convent and go marry Jesus. Maybe He will send someone to fix the roof. Stranger things have happened.

Fixing a hole (in the roof)

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

See the people standing there who disagree and never win

And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in the colourful way

And when my mind is wandering
There I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go