Today the ironically named Sunny, the new old super, employed in the past and fired, I imagine for his competence and integrity (and presumably higher pay check) and now re-employed because clearly what has been has not worked, informed me that because the assholes did such a bad job he has to come back and...rip it up again. The landlord has just raised my rent, and I am. Pissed. Off.
I have been gloating over my climbing roses for weeks now, imagining the show in the spring, winding them around the doorway, up onto the roof... I don't know how much longer I'm going to be in this space and I imagined a blowout, rosy farewell.
So here follows a year's retrospective of the 66 Square Feet. In a few weeks it may be no more. Sunny said he would help me move everything, and I think he will. But how to move the climbers and preserve their nice long canes? Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
This terrace is my oxygen tent my bubble bath my lemon risotto my warm Canadian my furry cat my Grey Goose martini my cashmere shawl my morning espresso my old English rose my long novel my music my voice. I need it.
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
Rosa "New Dawn" 's first year...
Formosa lilies
Herb garden...
August 2006
September 2006
Autumn clematis
October 2006
November 2006
March 2007
May 2007
New Dawn's second year...
The climbing form of Rosa "Iceberg" shipped from Texas in April of 2004 and took a year to bloom...
...at the Rose Party
June 2007
July 2007
Basil and a white nemesia
Rose "Abraham Derby"
August 2007
September 2007
The Frenchie arrives and teaches me to dip croissants...
October 2007
November 2007
New Dawn's canes growing long for next year...
I share your pain. Your terrace is a beautiful little world of its own. But keep an open mind. Who knows what the future holds?
ReplyDeleteAssassinated construction workers. The future. What it holds.
ReplyDelete:-)
Yeah, I do agree with Vince.
ReplyDeleteOne never knows.
Don't feel sad.
And your terrace is great indeed. Show them your pictures, make them understand it's part of your life and memories.
Are they heartless????
I think you should take some drastic steps that would draw worldwide attention. Estorbo on a hunger strike, or something equally shattering to the world powers. Short of that, I agree, just push the workers off...héhé
ReplyDeleteFrom Brigit (the other Brigitte !)
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for you. But I am sure you will create another world, and I feel like Vince. Who knows what's next ?
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Brigitte!!! Whad? Eed no mas pelleds?? Are you crazee??? No, ees easy: I hab bazooka! heheheh.
ReplyDeleteAll right, all right, I was trying to be the reasonable voice out here but clearly, I'm outnumbered, so I'll join the crowds: tell them construction workers that they can smoke Estorbo's catnip and when they are high, push them off the edge.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful roses! I love all the varieties you photographed. I'm with Vince on this one. Give them catnip and show them the high jump.
ReplyDeleteUNLESS they are considerate; tidy; clean; quiet; cat-loving; bladder-holding construction workers.
Anne?
ReplyDelete"tidy; clean; quiet; cat-loving; bladder-holding construction workers."
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Thanks, I needed that.
:-)