Good Grief 349

(Curating the past - the phrase occurred at the end of writing this blip but I realise it probably started at the beginning of it, or yesterday, or the day before, or six years ago, or nineteen, or fifty-four, or.........infinity, whatever that is ...yet another human conceptualisation for clueless)

I don’t have much idea why I took this. It was out the window at work this morning as I made a coffee. I was struck by the contrast between the evergreen and the deciduous and the pigeon and then my unconscious brain links to ‘stop the pigeon’ and an episode of Fawlty Towers, worth revisiting...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tpQdqAKHDNc

It was a different day. No travel because the car was in for MOT and I’d booked work in at the office.

I seemed to carry the legacy of yesterday with me.
I made hard work of the day. Battled, beleaguered, I finished at half seven. Got through the door and cried most of the evening. Tried to calm a bit by reading a little of Sharon Salzburg on faith. Fat lot of good but glad she found some.

I do get it, sometimes, at some level but just feel dead.

Adding this a bit later on...
It occurred to me why the image had a resonance that I was only subconsciously aware of at the time ... or has it crystallised with the thinking ...who knows?

I wonder if it relates to the species that hang on to stuff and the species that let go. And the relative merits, or otherwise, of each.

Curating the past.