Weeded our porch aloe veras and flowerpots, while Sharon and out housekeeper Mages work indoors.

Ah Poot sat on the awning, watching over us all.

- Zedeck

Mission: Store Room. For those of courage and determination only.

Even the buddhists advise care when going into the store consciousness - know how to recognize peace and happiness before you start dragging out lumps of fear and anger into the light.

I keep wanting to do more gratifying stuff like resetting my studio, but everything leads back to this store room. When retrieving a screwdriver feels like an impossible obstacle, it’s amazing how long a task that requires a screwdriver can be put off.

This one is going to take a week at least.

Today I started with the tools. Everything was crusted with dust and dead insects. The good news is that after 15 years of art projects, I pretty much have every hand tool a house could need.

Also! Gratifying side task: I opened the doorgrills that lead from the cooking area and store room to the garden! Lots of WD-40 and scraping away dirt from the bottom runner. But these grills are gorgeous, and no one makes them anymore. Later I want to restore them with grey or silver paint. For now, it’s enough that they open and we have a whole new point of entry to the outside.

- Sharon

Helloooo Helllooooo

6 years since our last post. We’re still living here. In fact, since the pandemic, we’re more ‘here’ than we’ve ever been. It’s truly home now. Covid finally broke the city’s hold on me.

We’ve been thinking about getting the house ready to be shared with more people. We just finished major renovations to the outside walls, drains and water tank - basic things but it was more money than we’ve ever spent at one go in our lives!

There’s alot of work still to do - it’s a big, old house. So we’re firing up this blog again to record the little things we do every day.

Today I repotted half the plants on the front porch. Most (all?) were gifted years ago by our gardeners Uncle Raman and Selvam. I haven’t touched them since the start of the pandemic. They were getting pretty overgrown.

- Sharon

A Plan To Succeed In The Afterlife

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In the mansions of the earth, in the yellow springs, dead people arrive daily: well dressed, newly billionaires, their banknotes crisp but smelling burnt.

The Tan Sri wondered about this often, while he was still alive but getting older.

He thought to himself – “Hm,” he thought. “Over there everybody is rich. How will I act on my advantage? Dead people think of the leisure life; they are served joss houses and credit cards. How is the joss money spent? Who owns the shops and the services, who makes the merchandise?”

And so the Tan Sri left instructions. He spoke to paper merchants, commissioning cranes made of sticks; there were cement mixers, diggers, excavators with glass-paper cabs; paper workers line by line like an army. There were deeds drawn up: land titles and bills of sale.

When he passed away his sons put these papers to the fire.

And when the Tan Sri awoke in his afterworld he was rich already – not only rich with cash; he owned vast swathes of property, across several levels in prime locations, with the proper documents as proof.

Within three months of the Tan Sri’s arrival Capital UCB opened its first branch in the mansions of the earth. By the yellow springs groundwork for Cityville Phase Six was laid, a luxurious mixed development: condominiums, commercial arcades, nail bars and coffee shops.