Reconstruction.

“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. ” –WW

Currently I am sitting at my iMac while 3 hispanic gentlemen patch my house back together. They are putting up drywall on the ceilings and the edges of what used to be our encasing walls. Two of the men do not speak English…. well Juan said he was hungry yesterday and the older man–Angel I think–said that it was cold, but other than that it is all Spanish. I just wish I knew what they were talking about. It’s not that I’m paranoid they are talking about me. They may be, but I’m not too worried about that. The thing is that they are probably talking about the same things that most all humans talk about when communicating with another human. But for me it is so strange because I do not understand. Orlando speaks very good English. He’s the point man, and they do a fantastic job.

I’ve learned quite a bit over the last few days. I never knew what a header, or a bottom plate, or a hog-back, or a saws all… It makes me feel pretty good. I’ll feel even better once everything is finished. But will it ever really be finished? I woke up this morning and piled all of the former drywall and took it to the dump. Then I picked up the two portions of the couch and carried them in by myself. I unleashed my inner beast. It feels good to wake up in the morning and be productive. I guess teaching doesn’t give me that type of sensation lately.

Of course, it’s hard to understand what we are supposed to be producing in the education industry.

Rambling as usual…dt

~ by dthomas96 on December 15, 2007.