I sat down to write last night. But, the boys were up, and home. And, I got distracted. Then, we watched Sherlock. And then I folded laundry during Portlandia (season 1, on disc, thank you Library). And, then I was too tired.

So, I resolved to take a photo a day to at least capture, pictorially, what has occurred. And, then, yesterday, I forgot to do that.

A few days ago, I posted about the quirks of working relationships. I tried to discuss this dichotomy in chemistry between people. It’s as if there are two types – those you get a long with and those you don’t. I mentioned it to a co-worker today, and he responded with this anecdote.

A man moves to a town, and sits on a bench. A resident walks up, sits down next to him and asks, “Where are you from?”

The man answers, “Oh from a few towns over. What are people like here?”

The resident asks, “How were they in the town a few over?”

The man responds, “Terrible. Just terrible.”

The resident answers, “Well, you’ll find the same thing here.”

A few days later, the resident was out for a walk again and sees another new man to town, sitting on the bench. The resident says to the new man, “Where are you from?”

The new man answers, “Oh, from a few towns over (the same town as the first man). What are people like here?”

The resident asks, again, “How were they in the town a few over?”

The new man responds, “Wonderful! Just wonderful!”

The resident answers, “Well, you’ll find the same thing here.”

The moral of the story, it would seem, is that I am my own determiner of what chemistry works and what doesn’t. But, I question it with my attempt to be steady and slow to judge (apparently, unless you are close to me, in which case I am quick to judge).

The end.