Okay, before we start our regularly scheduled column I have
to share something.
Let me set the stage.
As many of you know I live in Dodge City and out here in Dodge City we
understand wind. Chicago, Illinois
claims to be the “Windy City” but that is as full of beans as the large number
of mayors and governors that city and state has seen indicted. Dodge City knows wind. So on this past Monday when the wind was
blowing a consistent thirty miles an hour and gusting to forty-five we took it
in stride. Even though most of the
topsoil from Grant County had taken up residence in my hair and between my
teeth I just went about my day. Sure
some of the kindergarten kids at my school had to pulled back down to earth as
I guided them to the bus and sure I had used a stapler to ensure my hat stayed
on my head and I grant you the birds were white knuckling it on the tree
branches due to a fear of flying I soldiered onward. Even with all that being said I saw something
which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that we hardy denizens of western
Kansas scoff at wind.
I was driving away from my house at about 6:30 in the
evening and the wind was doing its darnedest to not only separate hats from
heads but was going for the naturally sprouted hair as well. I go past a place of business with a large
lawn and the professional lawn guys were cutting and trimming their little
hearts out. One of the minions of a well
manicured lawn was dutifully wielding a common tool of his trade as he moved
down the sidewalk. He was using a leaf
blower. Holy unnecessary Batman.
Now back to our regularly scheduled column…
It is a poor musician who blames his instrument.
I am a very poor musician and I have no desire to blame the
instrument. Even with a Stradivarius in
my hands if I played the violin it would sound like a schizophrenic cat arguing
with itself about who used up all the catnip.
Different tools get very different results in the hands of
different people. Don’t get me wrong I
have some skills in the handy man department.
I can use a screwdriver, but there have been times I used the handle of
the screwdriver as a hammer because I couldn’t find the hammer. Hey, it worked and truthfully, I hit my thumb
less frequently when I do it that way.
Whenever I have had “do it yourself” projects they weren’t
totally done by myself. I have to rely
on the kindness of friends. Sometimes I
just need to borrow the proper tools.
Sometimes I need others to act as consultants as I use the tools. Other times I need to borrow the person to
wield the tools. I always return them,
the people at least.
Truthfully, this lack of any useful skill set makes my life
easier in many ways. Think about
it. If you can fix plumbing issues
friends will call you evenings and weekends to help them out because a plumber
would cost roughly the Gross National Product of Finland. If you have computer skills people call you
when they have a virus, their e-mail won’t open or their uploads and downloads
are pinging over 100 milliseconds. (I don’t exactly know what that last thing
means, I Googled “common computer problems” in order to finish the joke.) Even
just owning a truck means people call you when they have to move big
stuff. I am left alone because I have no
discernible skills and my four door sedan barely holds my family.
I am probably being too hard on myself. I do have some skills. I have been a school administrator for about
nine years so I can threaten to take away recess really well. I can help a kindergarten kid find his or her
lunch card in under 2 seconds. I can be
totally invisible to children as I try to slow them down when they are running
for the bus as if Usain Bolt riding a cheetah was chasing them.
I have some other skills. I can play the Jeopardy “thinking
about what to write on your screen for the Final Jeopardy question” music on
the ukulele (just don’t ask me to answer it for you the one time I had a crack
at that I messed up). Also, I have
pretty much mastered juggling the three ball cascade pattern.
Now don’t everybody call out at once for my services.
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