7 August, 2006

Cathartic

I want to be a builder.

What other job allows one to state intently at a blank wall, mutter something about it looking "about right", then hit it with one's full strength and a sledgehammer?

If that's a bit cryptic, we're entering the second week of remodelling of University House. The main entrance is closed (well, removed), the temporary main entrance is what was a window, and all but the supporting walls (hopefully...) on the ground floor have been ripped out.
It must be a little traumatic for those who have worked at the University since 1964, some of them in this very building for most of that time.