Wednesday, May 18, 2016
The Nail Studio
Remember the big fire in our neighborhood last October? Two shops were severely affected, a nail studio and a mobile phone repair business. Both are still closed. The phone repair place is boarded up, but the interior of the nail salon is visible from busy Finchley Road through the ash-and-soot-streaked front windows.
It's a strange scene, with nail supplies still laid out on trays atop tables, and debris from the building heaped on the floor. It looks to me like they locked the doors after the fire and haven't touched the place since, though a representative -- on the shop's Facebook page -- said a few months ago that they intend to return as soon as it's safe. Perhaps the building itself is still unstable.
I often walk past this shop after work. It's such a weird, frozen-in-time tableau.
Dave is still on the mend here at home. He's excited because today he's taking his first trip outside the house, to go get a haircut. He hopes to go back to school tomorrow, not to work, but just to see his students for a short time.
Yesterday some of my coworkers gave us a valuable grocery store gift card and some free movie tickets. It was very thoughtful and certainly unexpected! Between that and the "meal train" from the parents I've been impressed by everyone's generosity, though I still have a creeping feeling that we don't really deserve it. Why do I have such a hard time accepting help?