Sunday, December 2, 2018
Thanks to those of you who commented on my post yesterday. I tried to really put it all out there, and I wrestled with whether it was TMI so I appreciate the warm reception. I was touched by your personal stories and the Fran Lebowitz quote that Sabine left, regarding the generation decimated by AIDS:
"You know who got AIDS first? The brilliant, witty, hot people. The people, quite frankly, who were getting laid a lot. That's the real tragedy of AIDS – it wiped out a generation of those people. If those people could come back now, they wouldn't believe who'd become stars in their stead."
Isn't that the truth.
Anyway, I've been hitting you with some pretty heavy stuff in the last few days, so let's talk about something lighter, shall we?
Yesterday I was walking Olga on the "trash path" along the railroad tracks and we came upon a plywood wall surrounding an unoccupied house under construction. The plywood had a hole in it, and this was the view inside. (I'm pretty sure this is the back garden of the house that collapsed several months ago, which is still under scaffolding on the street side.)
Not very exciting, right? Some rebar and old appliances. But then I looked at that big refrigerator, or whatever it is, and saw a green sticker attached to it:
It seems to be a little hand-painted image -- whimsical ants and a spot of jam, maybe? It was very hard to photograph, because I had to stick my arm through that rebar while trying not to drop my phone, Olga pulling on me all the while. There appears to be a signature at the bottom: www.seraphina. I couldn't find a web site that leads to a likely artist. Seraphina.com leads to a landscape photographer (whose work is amazing, BTW) and Seraphina.co.uk doesn't go anywhere.
So who knows. A mystery!
Yesterday was a bit of a whirlwind here. Errands in the morning, like dog-walking and laundry, and then Dave and I went to meet some friends in a pub in Notting Hill. We had a leisurely lunch and then came home to get ready for last night's staff/faculty holiday party and trustees' reception, which was held in a posh space off Trafalgar Square. I got to wear the jacket!