School’s Out
Every year I get the same idea at this time of year. Here’s my post from May 27, 2011 on my old blog.
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It’s the end of May. School is out and summer is here. That’s what makes me feel like a kid again. Even though I haven’t been in school for decades, I still get that giddy school’s out feeling. Summer!
Time! Time to read books, visit friends, watch movies, write letters, write short stories, sleep in, cook new dishes, go to the swimming pool.
I have as much time now as I did then — the hours in the day are the same — but I don’t have the same schedule. It’s a slight shock to look around me each end of May, after I have that giddy feeling and think about running out of the building, throwing my hands up in the air and kicking up my heels. The shock is the realization that the building I would run out of is not a school, it’s a business. Instead of textbooks to toss in the air, I have reams and reams of system documentation.
I don’t get the summer off anymore, I have to go to work each weekday. Still, I wonder how it would feel to run out the doors, leaping in joy again. I would probably scare the squirrels.
The Habit of Reading
To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life. ~ Somerset Maugham.
Two of my bookcases.
Fire Drill
Monday afternoon, we had a fire drill at work. The first clues were the siren and the intercom announcement “Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported.”
We calmly filed out of our offices into the hallway. That’s where the gridlock begins. Out in the hallway is where everyone is, heading for the stairwells (two of them). In my years at my agency, I’ve been housed in three buildings and on various floors on each of those buildings. Now I am on the 5th floor. And that means that when we leave our office for a fire drill, we get in line for the stairs. And we wait. And wait. I’m sure we’d all be moving faster in a real emergency, but that still leaves me on the 5th floor.
After my first 5th-floor fire drill, I started planning alternate evacuation routes, all having to do with the tiny window in my cubicle. First on my list was one of those fold-out rope ladders. After my second fire drill, my idea was to buy some sheets and tie them together, for the climb down.
But Monday, while we were in our assigned meeting place a safe distance away from the building, I noticed there is a tree under my window. It’s a small tree — now — but I wonder how long it would take it to grow to the 5th-floor level with a hefty dose of Miracle Grow.
Too small?
I even have a back-up plan to my back-up plan. I’ll throw all my technical manuals out the window, creating a mound that I can use to scamper down. Although, throwing that many manuals out the window may take quite a while. If I start before there is an emergency, someone will find them and return them to me. That would be a never-ending effort to get the mound built up to the right height just at the right time. Okay, that plan is out.
Now, all I need is to figure out how to get a work order submitted to widen the 50-year-old window in my cubicle. It sure wasn’t made for an evacuation route.
