To face one's inadequacies is not always pleasant.
I have been facing some lately;

My kitchen sink is in need of repair. I have the parts. I do not have the know-how. I tried, the maintenance guy from the house down the street tried. My sink still needs repair.

My sewing machines developed belt problems. I finally got new belts ( apparently not available in Mexico ) and tried to change them. And couldn't. The machines still don't work.

I got a music thingie from Roger to install on my computer which would enable me to listen to his vast treasure of recorded music. I tried and I failed. I daily look at the little black box and wonder what it might take to find someone to install it.

And I wonder who I can find to fix all the other silly things that have accumulated little by little.
I obviously am not that person, although, in defense of my poor skills I must report that I tackled the chore of the print.
It is a wonderful print of the actor Edwin Booth as Hamlet that has been around as long as Chuck and I shared house and before that and it got a bad case of the mildews.
That I could fix.
Maybe there is hope, as long as the problems are not too complicated or technical.