I like my job. I like it every day. Today was the sprinkles on top of a double chocolate cup cake. If every day is good, then aren’t they all the same, and by definition average. Well today, wasn’t average, it was good with sprinkles. I woke up and from the moment I started zipping around the World Wide Web, it just seemed that things were getting done. And they were. It wore me out.
I can’t describe how tired I am. I am sure there is a measurement, some sort of meter or barometer, where one can put into context the level of tired, but I don’t know what it is, and even if I did, it is probably part of the metric system. We Americans aren’t allowed to use the metric system, with it’s incredibly rational set up. I just know that on a scale of 1 to 37, 37 being more tired than a cliché that has been beaten to death, I am at a solid 36.3.
I watched a movie tonight, which I rented from the local C Store. The C Store, is Martelle’s gas station and convenience store. The movie du jour, ‘Up in the Air’, with George Clooney, Jason Bateman, and other actors, who I am too tired to remember and list. It was enjoyable. The movie isn’t due back until tomorrow by 5 pm, and since I am so exhausted, I decided I better do it now, because waiting until tomorrow, when I was rested, didn’t cross my mind.
I returned the video. I sat in my car, for a length of time, which might be considered uncomfortable. Finally after a long period of considering something, something poignant I am sure, I started the car and drove to Mt. Vernon. It is 9 miles from Martelle, unless you are going to the one near DC, then it is further. The night was foggy. The sort of fog that makes one want to be home and in bed, so I just had to take a drive.
I thought about this little town, in Kansas, north of the Oklahoma pan handle, by about 100 miles. I thought about coming over the hill, looking down into the valley, and seeing the tiny town of about 30 houses. I remembered the wheat, not yet harvested, but ready. I thought about the time of day, about 2 hours before sunset. As I drove down that long slow valley, I wished I had my camera. I knew that I would be coming back down this road in ninety minutes or so, and the sun would light the wheat fields up with an angelic glow. The red stone church, with its spire reaching for heaven, would surely sing at the beauty. It was such an amazing church, for such a little town.
I thought about this place, this photograph stored in my mind, as I drove through the fog, from one gas station, to another. I filled my tank up in Mt. Vernon, and turned around and came back. I thought about how tired I was, on the way home, and that I wished I had a 15 hour drive ahead of me. I would love to pull over to a rest stop for a nap. Long drives are a joy. Being alone with one’s thoughts, the miles ahead, too many to count, it is peaceful like few places on earth. I wished I was on such a journey.
When I read Jack Kerouac’s, ‘On The Road’, twenty years ago, I was overtaken with a wanderlust. It has never left me. Everyone says they love to travel, and maybe they do. Few actually make it a point to see all the places that fill their minds and hearts wonder. Sean Nobel does as does my friend Bryce Miller. They often travel together. They walk the walk that is for sure. Me, I don’t so much.
So tonight I thought about places I have been and places I would like to go. I gave woodworking very little thought, except the bit about figuring out chip carving. If you stopped in yesterday, you will know that I was trying to figure out chip carving. I have a DVD, and despite the cheesy music, was nearly prepared to begin, when old age, and uneven lines stopped me in my tracks. I did eventually get some good lines, but that turned out to be just the beginning of my problems. I spent at least 35 minutes trying to figure out how he was holding the knife and making the cuts. I kept replaying it, checking my grip, and I could not get in position to do what he was describing. It was as if I was being thrown curve ball after curve ball, and I just kept missing.
After many attempts I realized the problem. The sneaky guy on the video was left handed. I switched hands, made a few cuts. My brain relaxed, I switched back to my right hand, and was able to proceed unimpeded. I am calling that a single.
So I think I am off to bed. I am way too tired to write a blog piece tonight, so you will just have to do without. I am just too tired to type it up. Sorry.
-- Brian Meeks, http://extremelyaverage.com