presiding dryads
at the Central Park Zoo – photo by Mitch Waxman
As you are reading this, a feverish effort by your humble narrator to tuck the household into neat little boxes is under way. Glorious secretions of treasure and exertions of profound manual labor are under way. The scene around here resembles the anticlimax of “how the Grinch Stole Christmas” wherein the protagonist straps his little dog to an overladen sleigh, although I believe that my little dog Zuzu is merely humoring me and plans to just let me pull the thing up the hill.
The Newtown Pentacle 
As one who has resided at some 12 different addresses throughout five and forty years in this world, I can appreciate the labors of moving.
I have found that occassionally after moving in to a new flat, the odd flotsam and jetsom left behind from previous tenants once in a while yields a rare antique or curious artifact.
However, one is cautioned: That should such a curio, perhaps a peculiar old book or a plain black lacquer box, be found where much of the previous tenant’s possessions are still strewn about and the landlord mutters petulantly about this tenant suddenly disappearing owing back rent. It may be wise to leave it alone.
Cav
September 24, 2010 at 10:10 am