23 hours ago
Thursday, May 29, 2014
THE SADNESS OF BROKEN
Stuff gets broken. A few days ago as I was returning from dumping waste into the compost bin, I noticed that my beloved garden cupid had dropped his wing. As I picked up the pieces I realized that it had once been repaired. Do I remember doing that? It was the Stix All adhesive that I always use for such repairs. Don't remember the when or the circumstances of it. I brought him onto the deck. Bill attempted a Duco Cement repair. It didn't take.
This is the garden cupid that sits on the top of my blog. I have had him for quite a long time and have taken numerous pictures of him during various seasons. It is sad. Being broken is sad. And having been fixed and breaking again is VERY sad indeed. I made the decesion to not attempt another repair. Some things have served their term and need to be retired. This is very apropos of relationships also. An omen.
I cried this morning. Things that are broken and cannot be repaired are sad. Very sad indeed.