Meeting with the cluster today to look at sites for bins and benches and mark the dark places which need some TLC. F of the wheelbarrow was entering at the same time with his dog for walk number 3 of the day he says, waiting on a friend at Sunview East.
I strode on in and found L and I on the yellow bridges, clipboard in hand and map ready. The boys with the dogs were slinking by on the far side, hovering by the benches. N arrived and we began our little tour.
My heart wasn’t in it, feeling distracted by the busyness and ambivalent about the idea of installing more objects into the park, I want to see what the bins and the benches look like and try not to imagine the pouring of cement.
The water in the Bayou had a film of oil on its surface, the same place we mopped up with newspaper a few weeks ago. I am told the lads wash off their dirt bikes in the river after they’ve got all mucky riding around in the mud…