Last November I did a post about a curved stained-glass transom window in the turret. It was sucked out of its frame during a high wind, and tossed to the ground. I felt sick. Really sick. The poor, poor dear.
The window went off to the emergency room, and ever since a piece of plexiglass has covered the opening. (The large opening below is for a clear glass curved window. The glass was broken, and its replacement is ongoing. In the meantime, this opening, too, is covered with plexiglass, surrounded by black-painted plywood.)
Well, today I am thrilled, THRILLED, to announce the return of the tragic stained-glass! Incredible! It is like nothing horrible ever happened! After reinstalling the transom window, I stood on the sidewalk and joy crept up from my toes and tickled its way through my body before dancing with my brain.
I wish life could be like this.
Something bad happens. And, later, the bad can be magically undone.