“Satisfaction” for WPC 7-26-17 by ChosenPerspectives

Satisfaction

This is going to seem like a post about dis-satisfaction but it is not, honest.

At my house this week, we are experiencing the frustrating, man-made phenomenon of absolute waste.

Next door to me, there is a perfectly lovely home, built in the late 1980’s.

 

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My neighbor had to sell. I understand that. But she sold to a builder of McMansions…(look it up)

Many of us tried for months to get permission to salvage what we could from the soon to be demolished house, for recycle, reclaiming and re-use. I’m talking about perfectly good appliances, beautiful hardwood flooring, lovely tiles, great carpet, two complete sets of kitchen counters and cabinets, shelving, French doors, and beautiful bathroom vanities!

That process was so political. So slow!! Like molasses! Before she moved, we, at least, were able to get the brand new refrigerator out of my neighbor’s student apartment. Perfect timing as we have just moved into our own basement apartment so that Son and Grandsons could move in. But the rest of what would have furnished a sweet kitchen, bathroom and bedroom for us downstairs, well, we just couldn’t cut through the red tape fast enough.

It’s been frustrating to say the least. Especially because James is a custom home designer and builder and is a master at reclaiming older reusable parts and pieces for new homes. Oh, what he could have built us!

At least, several neighbors showed up to save a whole mess of strawberry plants and a stunning long row of Lavender!

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So at this point you are wondering what in the world this has to do with Satisfaction.

I’m almost there…

Well, the backhoes showed up yesterday. Here’s what James wrote in his family email.

We watched as the machine ate the neighbor’s house like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, gobbling and crunching it like so much soft meat. 

I could not have said it better…except maybe to add the word Bulimia in there somewhere! Chewed it up and vomited it right back out!

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In a matter of hours…destroyed…consumed…

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the offending backhoe in its “food coma”

OK, OK Satisfaction already!

Trying to ignore what was happening next door yesterday, we focused on fixing up our little apartment, mostly the tiny kitchenette. I was grumbling because the carpet in there is destroyed from a burst pipe earlier this year and has been covered with ugly throw rugs. James was grumbling because he had recently finally thrown away a piece of good carpet he’d kept for years that now, would have come in handy in this kitchenette.

Next thing I know, he is tearing across the lawn between us and the house destruction project. He grabs the project manager, has a quick talk (over the backhoe noise) and literally minutes before the Tyrannosaurus bites into it’s next gourmet house section, James rips out a whole room full of brand new carpet and hauls it across the grass to its new home…our kitchen!!!

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Take that, you lazy, wasteful developer!!!

Now THAT was satisfying!

 

PS I have to admit I also found it very satisfying that there was a clandestine project for the last several nights. After the work crews left and after it got dark enough, a young family, Mom, Dad and 3 little kids, showed up night after night, and for hours, dug out the brick driveway pavers, one beautiful brick at a time. The young man told me they have a place where they can sell them for a lot of money (which they desperately need). And just so you don’t think I support theft, the project manager told me yesterday, they knew it was going on and ignored it. Also satisfying!

Song Lyrics Sunday 3/26/17 #2

This could also go back a couple of weeks and make up for my lack of posting a favorite “Cover”, but it is also to add to Karuna’s perfect post “Imagine”.

There are so many choices online of Joan Baez singing this song. I picked this one because it is recent (she’s still got it!) and kind of fun.

https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2017/03/25/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-32617/

Tree-Daily Prompt from ChosenPerspectives 10-5-16

Here she is, on the far left. She was one of only two big trees the builder saved when he tore down the oldest cottage in our area to build a mini-mansion.

27-memories-of-better-daysHe stripped her body of all her lower limbs, I suppose to enhance the house value by giving the new owners more of a view.

 

1-moonrise-ottingers-treeHere’s what I could see on Full Moon nights….through her branches.

 

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This was my sunrise view each morning. She towered into those pink skies.

 

2-21-11-042Then one morning, I heard an awful sound, terrifyingly familiar….There was no warning. Just that terrible roar at 7 AM, on the morning of her murder.

 

I ran across our adjoining yards to say Good-bye. I had known her for over 40 years. My son had grown up in her shade. They wouldn’t let me near her.

 

2-21-11a-017It took hours to kill her. I couldn’t watch very much of it but I would return to my window and take a picture now and then…and tell her she was not alone.

 

11a-final-cutThe final Cut………

 

14-piled-on-the-hearseHauling off her parts, in a tree Hearse….

 

16-the-funeralHer decimated stump….

 

17-still-bleedingStill oozing her life’s blood……….

 

18-she-was-an-ancient-beautyHer perfume still powerful, all the way across the two yards and into my house….

 

21-her-perfume-still-potentHer ancient skin…cast aside, in broken chunks……….

 

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But her breath-taking beauty…undeniable!

 

24-all-thats-left-of-herAll that’s left of her. We grieved for months.

 

img_7483Now, at sunrise, I can stilllook over at her Sister, spared the tragic fate imposed by the hungry builder.

 

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And the new owners have made the yard around her grave, a lovely spot for all to enjoy.

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Optimism for WPC

Optimistic

I can’t think of anything more optimistic than a Primrose! They are relentlessly cheerful! And they just assume they will be back next year!

I watch for the first batch to show up every year, at my grocery store (I know, I know) and this year they are already here!

10 for $10.00!! Pretty cheap so I always load up. You’d think that because they are a perennial I wouldn’t need to replenish my own garden each year. I don’t, but I can’t resist. Some of mine are 7 and 9 years old!

This year I had this idea.

I live on a very unusual, long dead end street that’s a country-like oasis in the middle of a ritzy city. (When I moved here over 40 years ago, there were only 2 other houses and we had horse acreage! Even though my address would imply money to some, I didn’t stand out on this street as a migrating “Hippie”.)

Of course, our lane has built up over the years but we have scored big-time in wonderful neighbors. Everyone knows everyone and we all watch out for each other.

We just lost one of our dear neighbors a few days ago, an unexpected heart attack. The funeral is tomorrow. So tonight, after everyone is down for the night, I am going to plant a Primrose in every yard in honor of our sweet neighbor. They’ll probably figure out it was me because most of them know how obsessed I am with these hearty little flowers, but I don’t care. I like my reputation of being the oldest (and strangest) neighbor on our street.

Only problem is, we all have pneumonia in our house right now, so I may have to elicit some outside help for my clandestine operation. I’m still a little weak, but according to Badfish, my snot color is telling me I’m on the mend. https://badfish2.wordpress.com/

(By the way, if you haven’t read him, he’s wonderful!)

In honor of my neighbor Arul, one of the more kind people I’ve known, I give you the Primrose (and remind you of the story of Johnny Appleseed).