This is a pretty quick post, but I actually have two examples of why I have called the post “Pull.”
It spans from my Junior Golf years to today, and both of the examples are “Take a hard thing made easy and make the difficulty in between.”
When I first learnt how to golf, I schlepped my clubs, but didn’t enjoy it since the bag of clubs was heavy for my scrawny nine/ten-year-old body. As a gift for my tenth birthday, I got a pull-cart to put my clubs on, so that I could use wheels and yet still walk.
But, when I golfed, I always PUSHED the cart rather than pulling it! For whatever reason, I preferred the motion of pushing rather than pulling, even though it probably would have been easier to pull. (Maybe I was afraid of the clubs spilling out, or I didn’t trust my coordination when I couldn’t see the cart behind me?)
This sometimes applies to pull-luggage as well: I prefer to push.
Then today, the inspiration for the post: Samantha and I recently got a 32-gallon refuse receptacle to put used bunny litter (and waste) in, rather than using loose trash bags alone. The bag inside needed to be discarded, so I started to take the bag out when Samantha stopped me.
The receptacle has wheels, and is a push/pull can! I pushed it, and Samantha indicated, “You know that you can pull it.”
Well, I suppose that almost twenty-three years of a habit of pushing is hard to break.
Today is the fifteenth day of the ninth round of M.A.P.L.E.: that’s two weeks and one day.
Today is the thirty-second day of Frozen Limbo — for four weeks and four days.
אתמול היה שישה ושלושים יום: שהיו חמישה שבועות לעומר
Today is the sixty-third day of the Consider Other Viewpoints In Dissemination: comprising nine weeks.