I am alone in a patronage. I am not a pastor. There are 2 cats here that are destroying everything but I find it futile to try and clean up after them. The cats live with me and share my company. There is a gigantic french window to which there are no blinds or shades and is impossible to cover. This window looks directly out on the church. All day long I see the practitioners filling in and out of the church. They all peer at me through the window, while I am eating my breakfast, reading my books, and even as I prepare to sleep.
This window to the church quite concerns me. It is as if God him/herself were watching me through it in some kind of demented aquarium exhibit.
There is a street lamp that torments me. It sits just off to the right off the church in full view of the window. It never turns off. It shins directly onto the pillow of my bed. I sometimes think of destroying the light, but I don't think that god would allow for that.
Then there is the tree. There is a Christmas tree here that has been the target of several cat assaults and is now very deformed in appearance. The tree regularly releases spores at purposefully random intervals to cause my airways to contract and to make me cease breathing. The tree has attempted to accomplish my end several times by doing this while I am asleep.
I would take the tree down and throw it outside but the a Christmas tree is a very personal thing so I am fearful of moving it. Moving someone's Christmas tree is like wearing their clothes or taking a bath in their bath. Bathing you see is entirely different than showering. There is an intimacy in both the tree and the bath.
A repository for all the crap I no longer want in my head.
