Be proud of who you are
That’s what my tea bag said this evening. So on that note – I must say that Eli’s Coming has been pervasive not just with me, G said she feels it too. I have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do – today I took my long bike ride, riding back over to West End to see how it has progressed. It has, although the boat houses are all hammered. But the park has been cleaned up and some small houses were demolished and they are preparing to build the third huge high rise where those small cottages were.
I drove by H&T’s new house on Hagan Street – it’s really large – the rooms are enormous. T was on a ladder and H in the kitchen painting and cleaning and listening to the Saints lose.
I left for the LaLa armed and prepared to clean up the mess that the workers have made – empty pop bottles, bags of Chinese food, empty cigarette packs – it’s like the world is their trash can. I picked up all around the outside of the house and then put most of what I could in bags for the trash man on Thursday and the rest I threw in the back of Blue. Then I went inside and sorted through the wood stuff – pairing each case with sets of shelves.
Then I swept up all the sawdust from Ken’s cabinet setting and unwrapped the range I picked up from Lowes yesterday so we can just roll it into where the cabinets are for Pieri tomorrow.
While I worked, I had the radio tuned to a country station, and a guy sang if you are in the midst of hell, walk a little faster and you’ll be out soon, and if you get out fast enough the devil might not even know you were there.
Well, I’m in the midst of hell, but I can’t walk any faster than I am. So the damn devil is shadowing me 24/7. Jews don’t believe in the devil or hell or any such blackness, but I just might be convinced otherwise – there are modern devils who appear in many guises, all trying to get me to linger a while in hell – Murphy is my main squeeze, the devil sprite who makes things go wrong and rewrong in the LaLa – Murphy has helped to focus my attention away from a tall redheaded devil who learned my Achilles’ heel only to seduce me with it – and while that devil has been banished to the hell from whence he came, a more recent sprite, with beguiling green eyes pierced my indifference and scared me – in these parts lives a fair weather devil, a preppy who uses his gift of gab to get me to pay attention but each time poof, he never fully materializes – too close to home might be the devil who came on so fast and furious it made me wind my Wonder Woman invisible cloak tight tight tight.
I’m proud I am starting to see the devil for who he is – but hell, it doesn’t mean I know what to do about him.