Best Dream Here

An addendum to this recent post where we adopt the little triangle across the street from Here.  This truncated point looks at the adopted triangle.  It too got cleaned up (well, for the moment) and planted with some succulents.  Hoping that the 4AM shit dumpers don't dump their shit right here.  Thirty feet away...that's better than right on the point.  That's the best dream here.
You're also looking at the death fire car area mentioned in the above post.

The view from the living room this morning.

Heard the "How can you live like this?!?" before.  I just love traipsing through curly cherry shavings from a sharpened plane to the morning cup of coffee.  To me, ain't nothing better then open warehouse living.  A little project of making a table top for Ken's brother in the midground.

And glory be, done with the permit process with the city of Oakland for the voluntary earthquake retrofit. Took two years of hoop jumping. The retrofit included welding a steel frame inside the brick walls.  Gotta look on the positive side here as it did provide built in shelves (although I would trade bare walls for shelves.)
The two big openings in the building had 6"x12" steel I-beam moment frames built around them (and tied into new huge foundations under them.)

I listen to music via CD's.  No computer, no mp3's, no spotify, no playlists.  One CD in a one CD player at a time.  Love the physicalness of the whole process, the choosing, the committing to one thing and listening from the start to the end.
Human is music.  So mysterious how it inhabits every sense in our collective spirit.  Our greatest discovery.  It's been with us from the very beginning in ritual in storytelling in sorrow in exultation.

I use the moment frames to hold my music in glowing states of resting dreams.  

Edit.  Was just reading about the transformation of musical instruments and part of it spoke about the oldest known instrument, a flute dated to 45,000 years ago.  Boggling.