“What fresh hell will be visited upon us today . . . ” Lisa asked as we muddled our way through the morning after I lost the battle to keep the trailer plumbing working. The bitter cold that’s not supposed to happen in Portland had finally worked its way past all my attempts to keep it at bay. Neither our building schedule nor our 5th wheel trailer were prepared for the passage into this kind of winter. OK, how do we do this without water?
The summer spent digging through the layers of history, dismantling and casting aside the broken parts to begin the restoration and improvement of our little house is now running headlong into the rigors of 20 degree weather and the rapid passage of precious time. If a definition of learning is – make a mistake, size up the result and then decide whether you can live with it or need to tear it apart and redo it, then I should be ready to defend my dissertation sometime next summer. It’s just a question of whether it will be in archeology, temporary weather abatement practices or living in impossibly small spaces while worrying about being unemployed.
Or perhaps my relationship with this blog will be key to the learning experience. It started as a means to flexibly expand upon my website that is presently stuck in html gridlock. I thought it would be a way to explore the idea embodied in the title I gave it – Métier. That wonderful French word for which one definition is “Work or activity for which a person is particularly suited” seemed to sum up a lot of the question that seems to preoccupy mine leisure thoughts – what the heck am I suited for? But the premature end of work in the shop and the big hole that left in my schedule made it seem the time was ripe for remodelling the house. We had been thinking about it for years. So why not just start posting to the blog about the house project as well?
What I didn’t count on was the ravenous beast the house project would turn into. It’s easy enough to play the philosophical card and just imagine how great it will be that about a third (maybe a half?, two thirds?) of the house will actually be new when we are done with it. But the transition from mild despair to grudging acceptance of the inevitable eventually left me feeling apprehensive about laying the whole mess out on the table to fully examine it. Then add to that my sense of WTF? when I discovered that in my attempt to eliminate the scourge of bogus users registering on the blog I had also eliminated Lisa and all of her posts. Blogger paralysis . . . .
So, with with this December entry on a morning when it is possibly too cold for a mere Portland resident raised in Texas to do anything outside, I throw down the gauntlet and challenge myself to live the fully examined life. Blog on . . . and put that gauntlet back on – it’s cold!
I thus continue by following up this post with Lisa’s now belated last post that more fully informs the comment that begins this post.