Another Pair of Gloves Down
Surprisingly, my second pair of gloves has run its course. I tried taping up a finger that split with some duct tape, but a few hours later… another finger had split wide open.
I first got to thinking about the fairy tale East of the Sun (West of the Moon) a few weeks ago, when I wore through my first pair of gloves. In the story, the heroine had to travel a great distance, arriving at her destination only after she had worn through seven pairs of iron shoes.
That image of wearing through iron stuck with me, ever since I first read the story as a child. I find it an interesting experiment to think about work gloves as units of time. I daresay I’ll go through more than seven pairs of these things, before the house is fully done… but so far? Two down. Five to go.