Sadly, my time at the Hermitage is coming to a close.
The cabin is not heated and my benefactor usually winterizes it on Thanksgiving weekend.
A few quick words about my benefactor: he has the biggest heart in Monroe County. I've kept his identity a secret all these months because he deserves his privacy. But what he has done for me is nothing less than a godsend, a blessing. He also gives to others in a similar way, privately, person-to-person. He's the mensch of mensches.
So in addition to looking for a job, I'm looking for a place to say, ideally at little to no cost.
I've written before that I had an epiphany early in 2020, when I was fully employed and ensconced in an apartment at the newspaper, that I needed to do a better job of asking for help.
Well, being laid off in the worst job economy in 90 years has helped my improvement in that endeavor.
My fear is that my struggle, minimal in comparison to many others, is about to get worse before it gets better.
That will be OK given what I've learned over these last months,
Humility is one of the most misused words in the English language. When people win awards they say they are humbled. They are not. Being humbled is being brought down to Earth from a high position. The etymology comes from the Latin, "humus," from the ground, dirt, Earth.
I am humbled.
And that's actually a great feeling as I spend time with it. I can't wait to use it on my next job, whether that's newspaper editor or waiter or fast food manager.
Peace and humility unto all of you my brothers and sisters.