I am a spiritual, kind, loving person who attempts to treat others with respect and love. That is who I am. That is also sometimes who I am not. When I am not a kind, loving person, my spiritual side gets a wake-up call.The other day, my wife (who is my life partner, and I love her very much) and I were doing home repairs. We recently bought a home that we love and continue to make improvements. As we do, we recognize that we have our own limitations.Most of our home repairs and improvements are done by professionals or skilled tradespeople. Some repairs and improvements are so small professionals would rather not be bothered. Those small repairs are manageable, sort of.Neither of us is young anymore. I am tall, and she is short. I have a bad back, and she suffers from knee and hip pain. We are not skilled carpenters, plumbers, roofers, or landscapers. We know just enough to be dangerous and always think things are simpler or easier than they are.Our basement had an old ceiling tiled ceiling. That is until my wife decided they had to go. We had discussed this. I knew it was coming. We talked about how we would proceed. It is a dusty, dirty job. That requires working over…