Pratfalls, Jack-in-the-boxes, and windstorms

Years ago I read a book called Redeeming Laughter about the sociology of humor. Peter Berger proposes that most humor is based on someone falling and then rising. I was pretty bummed this morning when I went to check on my trees only to find that a squall had come through and uprooted every last one. My hero, the building manager, chased down parts for over a block. 

Tomorrow begins the biggest ArtPrize weekend and is predicted to be glorious and sunny. Since the reason I came here is to communicate visually a message of hope and transformation, I hate to miss the opportunity for more people to enjoy the installation. So, the plan is to go down first thing tomorrow morning and set them up one more time. Thankfully they didn't look too badly damaged and they have already been enjoyed by many visitors. 

About ten years ago Chris and Oren adopted five Sudanese refugees. I got to meet Leek, their 23 year old son home for a visit after finishing his Master's degree. Chris told me a few days ago that one of the main things she gained from the adoption experience was perspective. I am so glad for that conversation because this blip in my plan when put in perspective is small potatoes. So, if a tree falls in my forest I'm hoping the sound it makes is laughter.