Write about: the historian.
We got some good weeding work done in the garden this morning. Amazing the difference an extra set of hands can make out there.
Our current guest is heading back to Vancouver tomorrow morning, but she will be replaced before nightfall by my sister Sue and her husband Jake. Really looking forward to having them here for the long weekend.
He writes down what is said and what is done with no commentary, no opinions, no decorations. Just the facts, which he allows to speak for themselves, in their own voices.
It can be a bit chaotic when they all try to speak at once, though. Often they contradict each other, but that is not his concern. He is certain that eventually, whether it be tomorrow or five hundred years from today, the truth will rise to the top and drown out the rest.
Well, at least from the perspective of whoever happens to be reading it.
There are lessons to be learned in all he commits to record, but he has no interest in spelling them out. He does not care for hand-holding and has no time or patience for those who need it. Let them figure it out for themselves or suffer the consequences.
And oh, how common it is, that suffering.
One day he will pass from this mortal plane and another will take hold of his pen and carry the burden of history for a while. He does not waste time or energy thinking about this.