Some people are just meant to do certain things. Allow me to elaborate.
Watch a little girl with a fascination with numbers and how things work. She gets straight As in math class, likes to do number related puzzles, and is enthralled by programs which tell how things work. In high school, she achieves top marks on the AP exams in both Calculus and in Physics and blows away the math portion of the SAT exam. No one is surprised when she goes on to become a nuclear physicist.
See the little boy in the front row of the annual kindergarten musical? He looks like he was born to be onstage. He lands the leading roles for the high school drama productions every year and also the the community theater productions each summer. No one is surprised when he goes on to win an Academy Award for Best Actor and founds his own production company.
Sometimes, though, people are meant to do certain things that are not quite so earth-shattering or obvious as their choices of careers. Sometimes, a certain person is just meant to do a certain little thing.
I have long suspected that I am one of those people who is meant to do a particular little thing and today I received confirmation of my suspicion. I am meant to be a spindler.
Yes, yes, I know. I haven't posted a thing about drop spindles in so long that you have forgotten that I even own a drop spindle. And who can remember the last time I whirled the wheel? But a spindler I am surely meant to be.
There was no voice from on high nor was there handwriting on the wall. But a spindler I am surely meant to be.
spindler (noun) - the person who puts a new roll of toilet paper on the little spring-loaded spindle for the convenience of the rest of the world
I have told Number Guy that I am positive that I am the only person at chez trek who puts a new roll on the spindle. He disagrees with me. He even claims that he has changed the roll many times. I've just never caught him at it. Perhaps he should bring me the empty cardboard tube next time.
Lest you think that this is a home-based phenomenon, I present the following evidence: when I visit other people and have to use the Little Knitter's Room, I am always the person who finds a naked, grey, tube spinning disconsolately on the spindle.
My final proof that I am meant to be a spindler occurred this morning. I had to visit the doctor for my annual check-up. The nice nurse asked if I would like to use the facilities. Why, yes, I just had a cup of tea and it would be very nice to get that little chore out of the way before the doctor starts his poking and prodding.
The toilet paper roll had just enough little squares clinging to it for one person's usage.
Of course I changed the roll: I am meant to be a spindler.
PS - I changed the roll at chez trek immediately I got home tonight, too.