Shelf Cat

 

Morning darkness shines:

yellow lamp and orange fur

and reflective eyes.

An Unexpected Retirement

 In an unexpected turn of events at the end of last month, my manager announced that she was retiring.

It was not a completely unexpected outcome:  I had no idea how old she is (and it is never polite to ask a lady) but it turns out that this was the year that it could all work for her.  Also, for the past 5 years she has been commuting from her home in the next state over and staying in New Home 2.0 four days a week before heading back for three days a week.  She will be retiring to her family farm, where she will be working on her art and her rather large (and expanding garden).

As you can imagine, this has upset the apple cart a bit.

One of the immediate questions that came up from my coworkers and even my direct reports was "Will you apply for the job?"  I thought about it for something like five minutes; knowing what I know about the position and the state of the work world, I do not have the particular elements of the industry experience nor the long experience at working at a large company that those who make such decisions put into the job description.

Besides, not one person in the hiring chain suggested I throw my hat into the ring, which tells me volumes.  That, and the fact that having done that role once before (which ended in Hammerfall 2.0), I was not terribly eager to throw myself into that fire again.  I have no need to build a career or empire at this point: I am just trying to make it to retirement.

What it does mean, though, is for interim - and who knows how long that will last - I will be acting in her stead.

That is not as daunting as a task at it may seem at first blush: internally I know everyone in the department and the transfer of responsibilities in terms of reporting will be minimal.  Yes, my schedule in terms of one on one meetings is about to double (I will likely be spending 8 hours a week talking to people), but most everyone is pretty self-sufficient at this point.  They do not need me to tell them what to do (in general); often they just want an ear to listen to them with challenges.

The daunting part will be that - at least for the intervening period of time - I will be the one everyone wants a decision from.

I have been in this position before and know exactly what it is like: e-mails and chats throughout the day, people grabbing you in hallways, and of course the ever present growth of meetings. It becomes almost impossible to do your actual "work".

The other side of this, of course, is what happens when that person is hired.

I have already had some such discussion with my team.  I have reminded them that, given everything that we are doing, no-one has any interest in disrupting ongoing operations; if anything, we have become more valuable than before because leadership (that amorphous term that refers to a series of groups of people above our heads) wants things to continue to move forward.  But I also know, from painful experience, that it is always uncomfortable and always engenders change.

And then, of course, there is my own adjustment.

There will be that initial stage where the incoming person knows nothing and is just meeting people and going to meetings to gain context, followed by the gradual assumption of responsibilities and then the setting of a course, perhaps a different course, than what we have been on.  And then the inevitable reorganization that happens and what will become the "New Normal".

My estimate? This will take the rest of the year to settle out, assuming that person arrives within one or two months.

I am super happy for my manager.  She deserves this retirement and I hope it is a good one for her.  But I am really sad for the rest of us.

Maybe even sadder for me.  Because she had a wealth of experience and was a great manager.  No matter who comes in, it will be a very different feel.  I worry a bit for my own future - not so much in another Hammerfall scenario, but rather in the scenario of either being pigeonholed or having nowhere to go.

I just have to keep reminding myself head down like a bison in a snowstorm.  This, too, shall pass.

TB The Elder Day

You have may have heard of the idea of "work spouses", the concept that there are individuals that we work with that essentially become the working equivalent of our spouse due to the time we spend with them on a weekly basis and the degree of closeness that one acquires in working with a particular set of people over the years.  I have, somewhat in the same fashion, apparently acquired "work children".

The request came about innocently enough, a younger coworker (arguably 90% of my worksite is younger than I am) with whom I spent a lot of time in work and discussion asked me out of the blued "Would you be my work dad?"

Well, sure, I said after I thought about it for a bit.  My one condition was that they are financially independent; I pay for nothing. But if they just wanted someone to lend an ear or fill in occasional words that maybe had some wisdom in them from time, I was up for the job.

I started with one "adopted" daughter.  I now have three.

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Last month, one of my new "children" popped an invite on my calendar entitled "Lunch with Dad". It was not a big deal - lunch at a chain close to our place of work - but I have confess it tickled me to no end.  After all, Na Clann are thousands of miles away (literally) and I see them now twice or thrice a year.  A "Dad date", even with bright young women not your own genetically who - for reasons unknown to me - are willing to call you "Dad" even jokingly warms my heart.

This month, looking at the calendar, I picked a Friday for another "Lunch with Dad" date.  And then I looked at the date.  It was the day after my father's birthday.

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TB The Elder, for those that may be of newer vintage here, was my father (thus, I am TB - although arguably, not TB The Younger).  I do not suppose I have a better introduction to him than the eulogy for his funeral (at least, at the macro level).

He and I had what is likely a more common father/son experience than I had believed when I was much younger.  I used to think we were not alike at all growing up; I think we were more alike in spirit than I realized although in manifested in what we did.  We "graduated" from that experience sometime in my mid to late twenties (more due to my inability to grow up than a failure on his part), and sometime in my mid to late thirties reached a far better relationship - although we never really shared the same interests, we could at least communicate about them in a way that showed interest and got the message across.  Over time, he came to realize that he himself struggled with depression (which I have for most of my life, which was an insight into perhaps where mine came from) and even anger issues, which he apologized for.

Over the last few years, I have realized that I am like him far more than I have thought:  a self-thought and personality tested introvert, I have learned to be as social as he ever was.  I can make "smart" comments in the same way to generate laughs.  We cared and care about different aspects of Nature.  We were and are really both homebodies. Sometimes, we struggle with our religion (as my father said for many years, he was not sure that he believed but he went to church because my mother did).  And I always, always have the example of him acting as the primary caregiver of my mother for 7 years as her Alzheimer's grew worse - until finally, after she was safely in a memory facility, his own body and mind gave out as well.

If there is interest, most of my interactions of that time are located here.

It was shocking to me to look are realize that this July will have been four years since his passing - honestly, I would have pegged it at only two.  How time gets away from us.

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 Here at The Forty-Five, we celebrate a series of holidays which are in some cases the equivalent of local regional holidays, the sorts of things that a town or region might do.  One of these is, of course Failure Day (02 August), a day to celebrate failures.  Added to the pantheon will now be 11 March (my father's birthday), hereafter known as TB The Elder Day.

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My adopted "daughters" asked me why I had chosen the Friday (tomorrow) for lunch. I simply said that was the day after my father's birthday, and it seemed a good enough reason to celebrate.  And I sent them his obituary.

One of them responded back:  "Wow.  Good men raising good men".

I do not know that I am good man.  But I have seen at least one.

2026 Japan: Kobudo Kyokai Taikai (III)

 Sabuir-ryu sojutsu (Spear fighting):

           Shiojutsu Ken Ri Kata Ichiryu Katsuchu Batto Jyu.  This is one of the two groups that demonstrated cutting techniques in armor, something I have never seen in person.  Interestingly, Google Translate returned  "First class armored sword drawing technique" for the characters.                                                                                     

I believe this is Chikabushima-ryu Stick fighting:

Nito Shinkage Ryu Kusarigama Jutsu.  The kusraigama is a traditional Japanese sickle attached to a chain with a heavy iron weight at the end.  The weight and chain are spun and either used for strikes or to wrap the enemy's weapons and either disarm or disable them, at which point the kusari (sickle) would be used for the coup de grace.

 

You will note here that kusarigama is being used for actually strikes.  This is very high level, and shows the trust that the master and student have.  This has been true as you have watched most of the videos; the ability to control the weapon to the point of either almost making contact or making contact is one of the first things I suspect is taught and emphasized at any martial school.  Anyone can hit something; it takes control to get within a hair's breadth or even make contact without injury.

2026 Japan: Kobudo Kyokai Taikai (II)

 Kanshin Ryu Jiu-jutsu:

Niten Ichi-ryu.  A style that uses two swords, this is the technique started by Miyamoto Musashi, author of A Book of Five Rings.

Goju Ryu from Okinawa.  His breath control is amazing.  The Berserker, my weight training coach, is also a practitioner, and said this is Tensho kata, inu ibuki (soft power breathing):

Jigen Ryu.  Famous for their kiai (shout), which is referred to as Enkyo (Monkey scream):

Yoshin Ryu Naginata Jutsu.  Kimonos and polearms.  What is not to like?

An Unexpected Mailbox Surprise

One of the rather depressing things about being an adult is you almost know what to expect in the mailbox because nine times out of ten, you are the one that ordered (or they are bills of course, something that nobody orders).  The days of "Christmas Surprise" are very few and far between.

So imagine my surprise when, on Saturday, there was an unknown book-shaped box in my mailbox.

Tearing open, I found the above volume:  Sourdough without Fail:  100% Whole Grain Bread, Pizzas, and Pastries for any Kitchen by Kate Downham.

I have mentioned the site Permies here before, a great user group which is pretty much focused on all things Permaculture and Homesteading (if you are someone that has to "belong" to a group online, this is not a bad one).  Kate, who lives in Tasmania, Australia with her family (including 8 children)  has written a number of books.  I had backed her last book, Natural Small Batch Cheesemaking through Kickstarter and was quite impressed with her work.  Thus, when the opportunity came to support another of her books, I happily jumped in.

I always order the physical copies of the books if I can get them (I am just not as good at reading on-line) - and, of course, there is always a delay in receiving them from the time that the Kickstarter is backed.  Thus, I had completely forgotten this was coming.

What a delight to still be able to be genuinely surprised at a mail delivery.  I look forward to taking a crack at sourdough.

A Year Of Kindness (X): The Quiet Ones

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 Among the few things that will even send me into what passes as a rage is the mistreatment of animals (or really, I suppose, Nature of any kind).

I am mindful of the comment by the late Gene Logsdon that "Mother Nature could just as well be called Old ***** Nature."  Nature is as cruel as it is caring.  Logsdon uses the image of a buck being brought down by a pack of coyotes or wolves, the last minutes of pain and terror; is this not, he asks, not more cruel than a sudden event that ends in the same manner but without suffering or foreknowledge?

But the fact that Nature is cruel does not mean that anyone has the right to make it more cruel.  The same goes for how we treat people.

Animals can give signs and indications that something is not right, but it is not as if they have words that can tell you such things.  The reality is that the same is true for people as well.

I wonder if we often grasp the fact that for every person that can verbalize clearly mistreatment or harm that there are far more that cannot.  They have learned to simply muddle through life with the coping mechanism that they have in place - perhaps from a place of fear of what might happen if they do or perhaps from a place where they have never come to know or expect anything else.

I write this, I suppose, with a bit more of an edge than I usual approach such things.  For me, this is something personal.  I am one of those silent ones.

No, there is no significantly traumatic event in my past that has brought me to this as others have.  It is something that is more in my nature, likely compounded by the fact that as an introvert and someone who is conflict-adverse, I simply do not push back.  I have learned to manage through things to keep the peace and move things forward. 

If you have never paid such a price, do not underestimate the cost on the person involved.  It can be far more than you think.

Which, of course, is where kindness comes in.

Kindness, when practiced freely and without limit, acts as a buffer to such people (and animals as well).  We may never know what other people are going through - and by the practice of kindness, they may never feel the need to tell us.  What they will feel is noticed, attended to, respected. 

Even, dare we say it, loved and of infinite value.  Sort of like how God see us.

You can always tell when animals have been treated kindly.  They will show it in their reactions to you.  The same, I think, can be said of people.  It may be in an unexpected conversation or an unlooked for gesture or something that they present you - in physical form or words or music or really anything.  Something that they would not share with anyone but someone whom they feel safe with.

And ultimately, perhaps that is an aspect of kindness we never consider:  we create a space which is safe for everyone to feel comfortable and be themselves.  Which, as an introvert, I can assure is one of the greatest gifts you can give.