Yesterday Son of and I heard a huge crash, ran to the source to discover that our dining table (handmade, solid cherry) had collapsed. There are two metal slides that hold things together -all eight screws on one side had come out, so it just fell apart.
Why? Apparently, because I had put my treasures on the dining room table during the renovation, and they were too heavy. Who knew? I keep telling myself that this is just nature's way of helping me let go of material objects. I'm grateful that a few important things survived, but....
But why didn't I send the little tiny china teapot with the pink roses on it to The Grandchild last week when I sent some other things?
Could this be the blood-dimmed tide, after all?
Or is this still in the category of 'the champagne has gone flat and we're out of caviar. Will our suffering never end?'
2 comments:
Oh oh oh, I'm so sorry about the little teapot. And the other treasures.
It's more like a cosmic irony than a blood-dimmed tide, to have the one thing break be your table of treasures. Well, the two things break be your table of treasures and your finger.
Perspective?
I find something terribly disorienting about having your dining table collapse. That's just not supposed to happen. Floods, yes; fires, yes; hurricanes and tornadoes, yes. But the table--that's just wrong.
And the treasures that were on it...! Okay, I am still too much of the material world. I would grieve.
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