Posted by: terrapraeta | January 7, 2010

The Hits Keep Rolling


They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
‘Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

Bob Dylan, Simple Twist of Fate

So things are once more way up in the air. The boys have moved out to the new property but unfortunately, some people around town have said a bit too much and made too much of a pain in the arse of themselves and so the business plan has been changed. Pretty dramatically, too. As of this point, I have no idea how significantly this change is going to affect the overall design and functionality of the plan as a whole.

Meanwhile, I have been up there and all of my garden designs are non-functional for the land as it actually lays. That’s okay – I half expected that. The design work was more of a learning process for me than anything else and I certainly accomplished that. Unfortunately, on first inspection, I don’t have a good idea of where to start with a new design. It will take some serious exploring and listening to the land to even get that next first idea. That’s the way it should be, of course, but it tweaks my natural impatience.

In addition, the tipi poles on site are not even sort of sufficient. I suspect that if they were ever used for a tipi, it was a twelve footer – basically a kid’s tipi or a travel tipi. So if I want to proceed I’ll have to buy poles as well. Add to that, there is no tipi site established and, again, no clear appropriate location to establish one. Everywhere without buildings, excepting the burro pen, is very vertical. Not necessarily major slope, but building a site would require substantial excavation and fill. Hard to work with when the land is as rocky as we have here.

None of this means the deal is off. But it does mean that what had originally been absurdly easy has now taken on a bunch of complications. And part of the reason we had all been so excited was the sensation that it was all falling into place in a very natural way. Destined or something. I am unsurprised and not terribly put out by this – but one of the boys has really been put off his game. Hopefully it will start to make sense for him again, but until he figures it out, I’m stepping back for a while. I can and will keep talking with him and helping him get to a better place in his head, but at the end of the day, it will be up to him to figure out what’s next. And once he does, then I will, too.

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