Today I yelled at a woman over the phone. To be fair, she simply would not stop talking and let me ask a simple question. Instead she just kept talking louder. Yelling at people is not my style but I have learned that there are some people who will not listen to reason. Maybe this person leads a stressful life and the only way she manages to get anything accomplished is to continually talk down to and over people or, maybe she’s just not nice. I have no idea. I only know that after five minutes of me trying to get a word in and her ever growing condescension I had finally had enough. I snapped at her that I would need to get back to her tomorrow, to which she snapped “No later than noon!” and I hung up.
After the phone call, I shut down my computer, told my boss good night and took the back roads home. I listened to a report on “sleeping beauties”, languages that are becoming non-existent but have the ability to be revived. It was fascinating and sad at the same time. As they talked about Aborigines and Himalayans I noticed an old farm in the distance. There was even a small roadside cemetery I could pull into and safely get this shot. The phone call and stress of the day vanished and I was reminded that despite everything there is still good in this world. There are still people who are willing to work hard and help an entire people restore their native language. There are still friends who are willing to listen when it’s been a long day and there are still (thankfully) wonderful old barns. I just wish, like some of the languages they were talking about, that there was a way to revive these beauties.