Sunday, 23 April 2006

The Unbearable Heavyness of Being

I guess what I'm trying to say in this one is further proof of my argument from the previous blogentry concerning life being an ongoing struggle rather than a love affair.
If we ignore the inevitable fact that everything that ever lived or will ever live is going to die (much to the uncomfortable-ness of all of those living things), let us just look at my weekend:
Yesterday Jo & I collected most of the fallen leaves from our driveway. It's autumn now, and unlike Israel where autumn is just a season for the record with nothing unique about it (Israel could easily get away with having just two seasons a year), here it does mean that all European branded trees shed their leaves. And while our frontyard features a tree that doesn't mind autumn that much, our neighbors on the left have this huge tree full of big leaves that end up on the floor (and worse, on the roof and its gutters) over a period of four weeks or so in autumn.
This period has obviously started last week, and already whenever we park our car you don't really see the path underneath (you just hear the cracking of leaves as you drive over them). So yesterday we collected them and I cleaned some of the gutters (we still need to bring a roof specialist as none of us two will climb the roof to clean the hidden gutters due to vertigo related reasons; besides, if I go up there we won't have any roof - we'll have a hole).
And my point is? This morning the driveway is full of leaves all over again, so at least we know what we will be doing next weekend if it doesn't rain.
Living in an apartment where you don't really have to care of the garden and the yard and all that shit does have its advantages, from time to time.
But that's life. It's not all about doing the things you like or having the things you'd like to have.

In other relatively unrelated news, we sent the guitar away to have its volume button replaced. All it needs is a new potentiometer, and that costs less than $5. My problem is that in order to get to it I need to take all the strings off and mess around a bit, and I don't really know at this stage how to do this (although eventually I should know how to replace strings). For $20 the question is rather mute, especially as I'm going to use the invoice from the repairs as the specialist's assessment for the insurance in order to claim those $20 back.
$20 is not a sum worth fighting the insurance people over, but I hate them so much (or rather, hate what they stand for in the way they conduct their business) that I will enjoy those $20.
I guess this also goes to show my point from before: At the end of the process I'll have a guitar that's sort of equivalent to what I've had before I broke it, but not as good. And that's life for you: The second law of thermodynamics is just everywhere.

To conclude I'll add that I'm not saying we should all just commit suicide. I actually do enjoy life and I think it's worth living; but I do think that I enjoy life more once I acknowledge its disadvantages, which enables me to live a more complete life. I certainly think it's better to living under the illusion that everything is as fine and dandy as it is in the movies and then waking up to smell the roses when it's too late.

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