This was another hectic week. The above photo is part of the hecticness.
The stumps are the remnants of a hackberry tree which was sending its roots under the floor of my basement, causing the concrete to heave and putting upward pressure on the poles under the floor joists. That upward pressure was causing a noticeable bulge in the floors above, and recently we have noticed some new cracks in the old plaster on the walls of the second floor.
I contacted Armand the Tree Guy (aka Armand Lawrence) a couple of weeks ago, after my next-door neighbor recommended his work. He and his crew arrived around 10:00 and were done with the tree at 12:30. And the whole forty-foot, double-trunk tree, chopped into pieces, fit into a single trailer.
Hopefully the damage will now stop, and the floor of the basement gradually subside as the roots of the tree decay over the next few years. I am sad to see the tree gone, but I would be more sad if, say, the plaster on the interior walls were to collapse and bury the cats.
Reading
I am still working my way through Ivan Turgenev’s A Sportsman’s Notebook, and still loving it.
Writing
Due to the afore-mentioned chaos, I have not had time to write.
Weekly Writing Prompt
Subject: Aliens, Fae
Setting: Lost City
Genre: Noir
Listening
On the evening of Wednesday, December 10, Jack and Julie Ridl hosted a virtual poetry reading in which a dozen poets read their work to an online audience of over a hundred. It was wonderful! I saw many names and faces which I have not seen in many years, several of them from the Caffeinated Press/3288 Review days, and some from more recent events involving the Grand River Poetry Collective and the Grand Rapids Literary Festival. I took notes, and I hope to retain this energy into the Christmas holidays, when I will have some time off and maybe will have the focus and energy to do something creative and meaningful.
Interesting Links
- “The Reverse-Centaur’s Guide to Criticizing AI” (Cory Doctorow, Pluralistic)

