I'm surprised that the relatively few years of my life spent in school have so established in me the feeling that, as days shorten, it's time to get back to real life, whatever that may be.
For me, I'm off in a few minutes to take two classes at Lifetime Learning Center, one on creative writing and another on Antigone. And last night, I went to another orientation at 826 Seattle, this one for volunteers who want to work in afterschool tutoring.
Two new learning situations. But they're not the only ones. In the course of outfitting my replacement bike, I have to fit it up with the stuff the old one had: seat, pedals, under-seat bag, computer (to keep track of miles and speed and stuff), bottle cage, and so on.
A friend put my new seat on, and my pedals, but when it came time to do the computer, he said, "I'll let you do that, Mary. In the spirit of 'teaching a man to fish'..." It's still not on there, and I've thought of hiring someone to do it. I'm so bad at that stuff. And I don't like it. And usually I end up with scabs on my hands.
And then, at the grocery the other day, the produce man was helping me pick out a late-season melon and, when I thanked him, said, "Teach a man to fish...."
I'm getting the idea I'm supposed to dig in and take on the things I don't like to do. I'm hearing voices.
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