I’d take a picture, but a frame — or even a video — wouldn’t do this day justice. It was trendy away from chilly, rainy and overcast yesterday, but today was pitch perfect. It was the kind of day where the piano tuner, with crusty old hands and tools he inherited somewhere along the way, strained with the effort to get the tension just right and then sat to admire what he had wrought. This wasn’t a day of addressing this task and moving on to the next chore, but sitting and savoring the joy of it.
There’s a lesson in here somewhere. What you complain about today could be perfect tomorrow. There’s no guarantee, but life, like weather, is variable.
So I did the outdoors part of my job today, stealing a few minutes to recycle old newsprint, taking a few extra minutes in the breeze and shade and sunshine. I wish there was a walk-across-campus chore on my to do list for the afternoon, I would have skipped my way there, so perfect was the day.
On the upside, the office is now 72 percent cleaner.
Had an entire meeting via text message today — I don’t recommend it — and then another phone call with video camera repair people. They are, surprisingly, uninterested in diagnosing your problem and providing you estimates over the phone. One must stress very clearly how you understand this figure is meant to merely get the ball rolling to satisfy others looking at budgets and not a legal document. And, also, if I hold my phone under the hood could you tell me what this noise in the engine means?
Bought my Mother’s Day flowers today. (Picked up the cards this weekend and mailed them on Monday. I’m ahead for once. All of that credit goes to my lovely bride.) My mom will get a nice presentation of roses and they’ll be there to perfume the place all weekend. I can order something on Wednesday and it will be in some place else on Friday, originating from parts unknown. What a country.
And as soon as that transaction is completed, the Email spam for Dads and Grads begins. The respite was precisely eight minutes. What a country.
