Last fall, I was the writer-in-residence at the Dobie Paisano ranch in Texas Hill Country. And one major features of the Dobie Paisano ranch is its snake-filled-ness. Chock full o snakes. In one of the old accounts of the ranchland contributed by one of its former residents, who grew up there, there were so many rattlesnakes around the place that when you opened the screen door, they lit out into the field “like lighting.”
Let’s face it: Things weren’t exactly feeling cheerful for most of us before the coronavirus hit, what with a fraught election, the climate crisis, and — well, you can choose whichever social issue currently troubles you most. There’s no shortage.
Add a global pandemic, and it’s easy to feel like we’re living in a leadership vacuum right now. Trust of elected officials is near an all-time low. Our faith in business, media, and NGOs isn’t exactly soaring, either.
The first time I had to install an air conditioner in my apartment, I spent the early weeks of summer stewing in sweaty anxiety. I hated the stress of hoisting an unwieldy hunk of metal into my third-floor window, directly above a well-trafficked sidewalk. But I also hated the idea of asking any of my friends for help. Surely they all had better things to do on an evening or weekend than schlep to my place to perform manual labor.
And what if they said no? I already felt needy for being unable to handle the job myself. …
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