sketchy

I have a story! Yesterday I had to visit a substation in Wilmington, DE. It was honestly one of the more sketchiest things that I have ever done..we drove around for half an hour just trying to find the unmarked building. We were deep in what appeared to be the ghetto. Finally we found this abandoned ancient brick building. We parked, locked up, and started searching for a door that our keys opened. We had to walk through a hobo, drug infested parking lot to get to the other side and go in. We locked up behind us when we entered the sub so we didn’t have any surprises. There were signs of a homeless person living in the corner. The equipment was ancient..older than anyone living that I know. We got the data we needed and left. Scary trip. We’re alive though!

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.