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September 7, 2018: Calling it Quits

We live in a world where there are no absolutes. You can say never, but inevitably, like me, you will live south of the Mason Dixie Line, live in a trailer, and/or get married and wear a dress to the ceremony. (The dress cost 59 cents and for a penny I got a second one).

Some say that it’s wrong to quit anything; that it is right, honorable, just, and prudent to stick out whatever it is you are doing. I used to think this. Now I think that not taking on things that you might think of quitting is the best idea. But sometimes you never know.

I knew this time. I saw the flashing lights, alerting me to the dangers that lay ahead of me. But I ignored the flashing lights, and turned a blind eye to them. And I ended up watching history repeat itself.

Last year, at the Fair’s end, my co-supervisor relegated me to doing clean up – picking up the grounds – while he and a volunteer (among other things) went out and collected the remaining barrels and upon returning, put them away. This year, the same thing happened. I was left in the sorting area to finish sorting garbage.

I was so mad that I left for a while and assisted Cottonwood Creek owners Mike and Suzy Crosby in cleaning the goat pen. This activity felt good – like I was doing something worthwhile.

Well, I did finish out the day, upon my return from the AG building I hosed out the garbage bins, tossed cardboard into the dumpster, and generally, made myself useful.

Quitting time came, and I went home. Now tomorrow, I have three hours of work time left. But I am going to stay at home tomorrow. This is because I do not want to be put in the same position that I was put in today. I suppose that I could plead my case and talk about how, because of my interest in movement science, I’m able to take on more work than my size indicates.

However, I should not have to plead. It should be evident to those who have put themselves in charge that I know what my limits are and that if I sense that I might hurt myself in lifting something heavy, that I am not going to do it.

I’d say that no, I am not a quitter. I tough out most things because this is my nature. If I say I am going to do something, well, I do it. I have, because I have refused to quit, actually failed at some things. This is why I failed to pass meteorology. The teacher told me to drop but I stuck it out. And I got an F, the only one ever. The same thing happened when I took three dimensional design because I have no depth perception.

So my Fair stint is over. Back to living the semi-monastic lifestyle. Speaking of giving up, I need to finish the Fork book. This is something that I must do, no way around it.

Next: 250. 9/8/18: Disconnect

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