The wind doth blow
Pardon me… I was distracted and failed to see the day disappearing from the mental calendar. How else to explain that I’m in the “fifteen minutes to midnight” slot, trying to post.
Actually, I had a few things to get done today. Meals, an important meeting, trying to figure out what happened to 150 consecutive days of learning. I’ll work out the third, maybe tomorrow. Meals get made and meals get eaten. And the meeting started at the appointed hour and went through until we’d cleared the agenda. Along the way, I learned a few things.
Human resources: in a town where everybody knows your name, you’d better be qualified for the job. Too easy to find your resume in the circular file. Oh, and if you must forward a resume to an employer, don’t send a photograph of the document with a trusting approach that “they’ll figure it out”. They will. Ditto for the duplicate entries by friends.
We also spent time considering the difficulties of shingling a lighthouse. First of all, those structures tend to be tall. They also site them in places with weather that is unfriendly to outside workers. Unless you’d like to be strapped into a scissor-lift, trying to nail pieces of wood in a Nor’easter. And don’t get me started on painting. The wind doth blow, etc. The paint doth fly, as a result. Unfortunately.
But, all will come to pass. If the funding is granted. Nothing is free, and what I thought was a sponge for money (a house) doesn’t compare to oversize towers.
