Circa 1968. Frustration discovered. I became frustrated because of my inability to hold a flashlight in a manner that satisfied my father. “I can’t strap the flashlight to my head, so you will have to hold it steady!”
“Sorry Dad, I will try to do better.” I never really got the hang of it.

Circa 1998. Frustration relieved. I was a bit relieved to realize that my skill with a flashlight was never really the issue. My Dad was frustrated because he had to accomplish a task that challenged his abilities. I took his frustration personally.

Circa 2008. Frustration renewed. I am faced with the dilemma of fixing something that was just outside of my ability to achieve. I asked my son to hold the flashlight for me. I soon realized that the absence of something in my gene pool thwarts the whole idea of holding a flashlight steadily. “I can’t strap the flashlight to my head so you will have to hold the light still!”
“I am holding it still. If you think you can do it better then use your third hand to hold the light yourself.”

Circa last week. I went to visit my son at his new house in Florida. I was in his garage and saw a flashlight that straps to ones head.