Dear Bleaders,
You know when you have just figured out that working in the garden zens you out about as well as the more problematic intoxicants and then the building next to your outdoor space collapses and you get a notice glued on your door that you have to stay out of your backyard? Sucks right?
Roof caved in, then demo knocked out the floors from within (hanging by crane) then knocked the top floor in, and those bricks from the walls of the top floor is what is filling the downstairs doorway of the place in the top picture. Strong men are saving the day, as you can see, with hammers and shovels and something that sounds like a giant dentist's drill that hates you. But now it is quiet and the birds and new bird babies are going nuts. Baby squirrels running around in the open like silly idiots, because they can not read the injunction on the front door, nor the evidence of several visiting cats.
Thanks Stacey for the Ammon's poem. I've been thinking of you and David, and the losses, personal and communal that we share. I'm grateful for the community we have here.
I thought I'd show these pictures because while the building is clearly in despair it is also clearly relaxing. Soon there will be sun and sky there, in the shape of a building, and then eventually, just sun and sky. My point is that at least things do keep happening. We are never going to run out of pizza, and things are always going to keep happening. Death isn't even that much of a drag, a lot of people feel just fine about disassociating their elements when the time comes, and what do you care how long you last, life isn't theater, you don't miss the end if you leave early. Just getting into existence is cool. Staying forever would be exhausting and weird. Some of our friends are in the first reel of the film, safe at last. We're out here in the open, and it is very strange. Like Bono says, we have to carry each other. I think if a building comes down on your garden the demo crew should provide neighboring tenants with opiates. Is that wrong?
Of course, the only people whose hearts don't break when they grow up are people whose hearts were already broken. The unbearable insults us by being bearable, but what loss to us if the Hart lives on? It's very sad of course though, let's face it, nothing helps. Well, a hot cup of tea or coffee or a refreshing cold beverage helps a little, if you feel bad you should get one of those. And taking walks. If I had a collie I'd name it Melon. Someday, when they hear us in film and tv shows saying "I'll get the paper" they won't know what paper we could be talking about. And if the pill is available by injection, is it still the pill? So get you gone, Von Hugel, but with blessings on your head.
love,
Jennifer
PS. If you want to see more pictures of the building.