The Black Plague. Our Pandemic. Working Life.

A small art find in Montpelier above….

In my morning coffee and reading this morning, I read Tobin Anderson’s Guest Essay in The New York Times about the Black Plague, Covid, and working.

Working has been a steady source of conversation in our house for this past week for a complexity of reasons. As Anderson writes, human lives are caught up in the sweep of human history — at this particular time, a decidedly less fun moment in history. Nonetheless, our individual small lives matter. (See enchanting tiny landscape above, in the granite block.)

Given where we are right now, it’s worth paying attention to the chain of events that led, link by link, from pandemic to panic to bloody uprising.

— M. T. Anderson

Hands at Work

I’m working at home on a Friday afternoon when an email pops into my inbox from the librarian in town. He writes my interlibrary loan book is in, and would I like to come get it?

Indeed, I would. I pick up the book, wrapped nicely in a white paper bag, with my first name, Brett, written in black marker. I stand there in the sunshine, holding this book like some kind of present.

By randomness, I chose this book — Hammer Head: The Making of a Carpenter.

Go read it, too. The book embraces the hammer and chalk line, the beauty of wood, the functionality and satisfaction of making things with your hands, all antidotes to this virtual world. Even more, the book embraces being a woman and a working woman.