Day 262, December 3, 2020
The Brave Little Tailor
Tonight's Soundtrack: Compilation of Tony Williams at the Mt. Fuji Jazz Festival in various forms 1986-91
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This is Franklin. He is a cutie. |
It is getting cold again. Though it is hard to tell if this winter is mild, or if we are so immured by staying mostly at home that we can't quite tell if it is winter yet. Every year, I have a tradition of putting on the snow tires the weekend after Thanksgiving. But it was so mild, or rainy, or whatever it was that weekend, that I didn't even think about putting on the snow tires. But this weekend, I realized I was late with the tires, and reading about possible pending snow, I donned my Carhartt work jacket (to play the part), and in a light drizzle did the whole routine of carrying up the four snow tires, jacking up the car four times, and then carrying the smooth fair weather tires to the basement.
All that collective activity warms the body and underneath all those layers one gets quite warm and begins to sweat. It is the hard work of winter, like chopping wood, snow blowing the driveway, and scraping ice off windshields. But there has been, thankfully, little of that, so far. I did, however, uncover a covert endeavor by some rodents to create a nest in the spare tire well. I dismantled their work and reset my traps.
It is a disappointing discovery to make that all the environmentally materials used to make components in a hybrid automobile (plant based seats and stuffing, corn based ductwork) seem to make it a more attractive environment for rodents. In the past, I had to set traps all season long otherwise mice would fall into the air vents, or expire in some other dramatic way, and their desiccated remains would foul the air for weeks until I could track down its source deep in the bowels of this tasty automobile.
But, it is also a disappointing thing to check the traps first thing before embarking on a journey anywhere, or even worse, forgetting to check the traps and begin driving somewhere and wonder if there are freshly minted carcasses laid low somewhere on the floor mats of the rear seats. And then, one imagines arriving at a destination and having to delicately remove and dispose of such carcasses, maybe a clean fling into some bushes, or perhaps if there is a convenient sewer grate, or maybe even a concrete trash receptacle. Thankfully, I suppose, I have not had to do such maneuvers because I either forget to check the back seat when I arrive at my destination, or some aspect of my subconscious wills myself to forget thinking about such things until another time. And of course, this being a pandemic, there can be a period of time between when one forgets to check the back seat, gets in a car, drives somewhere, forgets to check the back seat, and returns home, and forgets to check the back seat. Days might pass before the routine of forgetting repeats.
So, this morning, as I headed out to feed the chickens, I thought to myself about the traps and how I had forgotten about them the last car ride the day before, and that forgetting about the traps on that drive was the first time I had remembered about the traps since first setting them after changing the tires the previous weekend. It is disappointing work, the checking of traps. And of course, both traps had sprung and made their mark.
It is always a hard thing to cause death in a thing (and I did try mothballs and lavender scent packets, both a bad idea for a car that you need to drive around in), and particularly now in the pandemic as the ominous winter looms. It is not the thing I want to remember or be remembered for. I remember a childhood storybook remix of a Disney story, Mickey Meets the Giant where the tailor is recruited as a giant killer because someone mishears him talking about killing flies. I don't want to be remembered for my prowess for killing mice. And now, more than ever, I want to be remembered for the things I create and help make. It is what our world needs now.
Meeting today, with a few of my new colleagues, it was wonderful how focused and attentive they were to student needs and how much responsibility they felt to each student to get it right. It was the first time in the new job that it has felt entirely clear that yes, this is the right place. It is wonderful to be working with such dedicated and competent colleagues. I look forward to learning a lot from them.
A little earlier in the day, a former colleague stopped by today with a gift. It was great to talk for a little while with her, and before she left, she said, we are no longer colleagues, we are now friends. I think that is kind of magical to think about... that transformation that might hold true for all the people I worked with at GCC. We no longer colleagues, we are now friends, or at least have that capacity. I just took the state ethics exam and this feels like one of those cases studies where a years grace period needs to pass, but maybe not. Maybe a few weeks is just right.
In any case, to new friends, and old ones...
Take care and be well,
Leo
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