The kids are done school for the year. I spend my days in the old building where I have an office made of real plaster walls. There is a peace in school with the kids gone. Sure, things are better with them around, because I get to teach, but the pressure level seriously decreases when the halls are silent.
Monet -- "Morning in the Rain on the Seine." |
I have a separate table I use for my teaching work (I feel like the purity and the creativity of my teaching will be somehow "infected" if I set the associated materials on my administrative desk) and I was sitting there absorbed in a poem by Stephen Dunn when the deluge started. I went to the window to watch, Dunn still playing in my head like underscore.
A co-worker walked in. "You believe this rain?" she said.
"I know," I said from the window. "I love rain. Nothing like a heavy downpour like this..."
The look in her eyes is hard to describe. It was a look of...confusion. It was as if she truly and honestly couldn't process what I had just said. I expected smoke to wisp out of her ears.
She's very smart. It's not a stupidity issue. It's just that, I imagine, she had somehow been -- what? -- conditioned to dislike rain. Rain, quite simply, was a bad thing. Rain stopped kids from playing outside; rain made it harder to drive; rain got things wet. Liking rain, for her, simply does not compute.
I know all of these things. But I like rain. And there it is.
... I have conversations like that all the time with my mother.
ReplyDeleteHa -- I see exactly what you mean.
DeleteMight it depend where one grew up? Rain in the built-up parts of the city seems dreary. Rain in the country, or anywhere you find fields and woods, is fine. I enjoy going for a run in the rain, or for a walk if I know I can dry out at my destination.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you can teach her about rain, and she can teach you about ties.
It might, indeed. But I absolutely refuse to be taught about ties.
DeleteShe can't be Australian.
ReplyDelete(By the way, what's so despicable about ties? They add a bit of colour and are rather nice, provided they don't have pictures of Homer Simpson or Mickey Mouse on them, surely?)
No. Not Australian. But she is a "beach person," so I guess that's it.
DeleteIt's not a fashion issue, but a neck issue, with the ties. And I guess it's the last convulsive kicks of teen rebellion. I just never imagined I would wear a tie. It just seems to un-bohemian. Which is strange, because my dad, the only truly full-time musician I have ever known, used to wear a tuxedo to work. That said, I do own a Christmas tie with the Grinch on it. I'm quite proud of that one.