define home

After much thought and consideration on how to define the word (this post has been a draft for at least a month), I have come to a conclusion – Home is wherever you do your laundry. Home is wherever you cook dinner. Home is wherever you and your friends end up for the night. Home is love and peacefulness and comfort. Home is a mindset, and it is wherever you happen to make it be. I am home.

p.s. - This is Pablo. I met him in the 7-11 parking lot. He was pretty nice to me.

handles

I was doing dishes last night.

Growing up, I never saw why my parents made doing the dishes such a big deal. I always thought they were fun to help clean up. All I was doing back then was helping for a few minutes and then running along to do whatever my little self wanted though. I didn’t have to wash three meals worth of dishes for five people every night.

Currently, I wash dishes that I use for meals immediately after I am finished. A few times a week, though, I have to wash everyone else’s dishes that have built up and filled the sink [there are always a lot of people visiting and eating and sleeping at our apartment]. I don’t mind dishes, I just mind that it’s rare for someone else to do them. Anyway, we drink lots of coffee [!], so we have lots of mugs. I am fortunate that mugs, by definition, have handles on them. Handles help me to hold tightly to something while I’m washing so that I can quickly and safely completely clean everything. I have to be more careful when washing glasses because they don’t have handles, and they are very slippery, and I’m clumsy. I like mugs.

Life, for me, is like those mugs. I need something to hold on to. Something, anything, that some time in my day keeps me grounded to something familiar or to someone I know. Something to keep me from “dropping something” [going crazy]. Something that keeps feeling safe and relaxed. I like mugs. And handles. And coffee. And steak.

PS – I forgot to mention that on Tuesday, we [as interns] had a safety-training/power-class day long meeting thing. At the safety demo, they put a plastic squirrel across a 12kV power line. It blew up. The linesman’s advice was, “don’t be like the squirrel.”

PSS – The Delmarva Power Local 1238 International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers [IBEW] Union just went on strike. Since I am an engineer, I am not a union employee. I don’t really have an opinion on who is right or wrong, I just hope that negotiations work out quickly and everyone is treated fairly.