I couldn’t help laughing and thinking of Tennyson’s Ulysses Friday evening as we tried to figure out why our old, precious lamp stopped working. The cleaning lady had been here Thursday, so we suspected she had moved it to clean and a wire in the cord broke. Andy took the top off the base and pole to look at it, and it took an embarrassingly long time for the two of us to reattach it.
Made weak by time and fate.
No doubt about it, that was us. But that doesn’t stop us from pushing right back like Camus. Having a sense of humor can be powerful too.
February 3, 2025
