Tarmac Meditations #145: Into the Closet

This morning I went into my office to upload these images only to find that my internet was down. I used the opportunity to restock the bathroom with TP, just in case, and thence to clean the floor. I went to the storage closet to get the TP and two large rolls of paper towels – recycled to be sure. In the storage closet I knocked over the paper towels in their large plastic wrapped container. On their way to the floor they caught the edge of large box containing a year’s supply of packing popcorn which in its fall to earth managed to spread the contents all over the floor. This required a delicate cleanup process since the door no longer opened fully due to a myriad of door stops in its way. After a time, I retrieved all the popcorn. I stepped backward into the closet whereupon I dislodged a stored painting and watched while its broken glass, following the dictates of gravity, shattered on the floor. Found my inner Gandhi, cleaned up the shattered glass, during which process I murmured a short, string of profanity, several MF’s followed by several emphatic CS’s. I went back inside at peace, fixed the internet and uploaded these two images.

Without art, life can be a series of unconnected meaningless small tragedies, no?

Photo Credits

Photos by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.