Bramble Tamble

This cursed writer's block leads me to write about my day.

Started training New Person at work today. She seems like she's pretty sharp, and I think that I'll be able to get out of there on the 24th as originally planned, if her paperwork goes through by then. I'm not much of a trainer, though - I'm awful at delegating, and I'm awful at talking about what to do; I'm a little more of a "doer" in that regard, and I need to just let go and let her do the things that I'd been doing for so long, holding her hand till she gets it right (figuratively speaking, of course). I'm always afraid of running into a situation where I'll ask someone what to do, and I'll get a "Where do you get off asking me to do that? You ain't shit!" I guess giving three years of my life to that place ought to give me a little bit of gravitas in the eyes of a noob, but ... I guess it goes back to that blasted self-esteem crap.

I think that the pictures in the below post don't really do justice to what today's storm did to that gorgeous old tree that stood just outside of the kitchen. I'm no tree-hugger, by any stretch of the imagination - trees make some pretty damn fine wood, really - but I'm truly saddened by the damage done to it. The view coming up the road toward the house has lost a little bit of its symmetry.

It's still standing, and my amateur opinion says that I think it'll live, but it is an old, old tree. And that's what happens to big ol' maple trees - they get to be so big that they start to rot a bit on the inside. I'm still fairly certain that it was lightning that took a big hunk out of it, though, and not the 60-70 mph winds that accompanied the storm. Serves me right, I guess, for wishing for a good solid storm to roll through.

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