Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy


It may be obvious how much I love our home as it stands,  and sometimes work is needed.  This house was built in 1952, and is amazingly strong, but now it has dry-rot in what we hope is only one bathroom, but when Will came today to check things out, it may have spread into the bedroom wall, and into the other bathroom.  We won't know until it's opened up.  

Meanwhile, we are looking at months of disruption.  Will has done work here before, and is a Zen presence, so I am comfortable with that part, and I'm looking forward to how everything will look once completed.  We've put this off for two years, so now have had time to adjust, and plan, pick, and choose color and tile, and now I am ready.   Of course, this is easy to say right now when I'm alone in the house and work has not yet begun.   

I do know though that there is a place to pull things apart and see what lies underneath and behind and beyond, and then, to put it back together again.  

The story of Humpty Dumpty never really made sense to me.  Why couldn't he be put back together?  Aren't we continually breaking apart and re-forming?  Isn't that what life is about?  

Why do we offer this nursery rhyme to children, who love to build with blocks, and knock them down, and build again?

I like:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
In that fall, wings opened out,
and as he flew, he knew no doubt.
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