After my retirement I thought I should participate more in household chores and help my wife out. Beyond the routine task that I was doing of collecting the garbage bags across bathrooms and kitchen and getting them out for pick up on the designated day I was looking for an upgrade. After all, I have known a little bit about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. My self-actualization urge demanded that I do the laundry. But my wife would never allow me near the high-tech washer and dryer that we had bought. Every time I offered to do laundry she would promptly say that it was all tricky and I would mess it up. She would promptly remind me of the sweater she could not wear because a few years ago I had mistakenly put it in the dryer and shrunk it to the size of a knitted tea coaster. Somehow I…