Kirkland is being invaded, and it's happening right under my nose - in plain sight! Star gates, grails, saucers and other consciousness raising devices are springing up like mushrooms - a bumper crop this year. Grail seeking is a bit like a mushrooming; you have to know what you’re looking for, do your research, and of course, be discriminating.
Starting in the beginning, this is our oldest building, called the Peter Kirk Building, after our founder. Kirk = church, and Peter is the rock upon which it was founded. The cupola over the entry is obviously a thinly disguised rocket ship/vehicle of ascension - a steampunk Tower of Babel. Directly across the side street of the PKB is the discrete doorway to the Kirkland Masonic Center.
A block from the Peter Kirk Building is Waverly Park, on the grounds of a former school. All that remains of the school is this impressive entry portal/gate, synching again with Peter, the gatekeeper. I can’t help but think of a certain Battlestar Galactica episode every time I walk through this gate, half expecting to walk into the school as it was 80 years ago. Instead, I walk onto a grass playing field hosting a serious game of Ultimate FRISBEE.
Halfway between Waverly Park and PKB is this monolithic “white house”. It was built in the 60’s, and is perhaps the purest modern structure in Kirkland (the land of the Craftsman mini-mansion). In plan it forms a perfect triangle, and sits on an odd triangular slice of land. It’s always been a private dwelling, and is always immaculately painted. The style of the grounds (a severe green lawn, not one flower) has never varied, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person come or go. My mysterious white monolithic slice of pi.
Down the hill from Waverly Park is the Kirkland waterfront and Marina Park. No messing around with names in Kirkland, Marina Park has a small public marina, and as luck has it, a ship of the Argosy line docks there.
Marina Park has two built structures; the octagonal toilets and the hexagonal gazebo, which happens to be built on a shallow rock. The gazebo is a common site for ceremonies and other energy creating/robbing rituals. To be double sure, we have an eight pointed star inside a six pointed one at the park’s entry, nicely crafted.
Marina Park also has a boat ramp, and this is where I first found out about the invasion: a poster alerting citizens to the alien zebra mussel threat! (See Z is for Zebra at The Blob). Maybe I should enlist in the Army Corps of Engineers to help. I fear it may already be too late.
A few months ago my partner brought home a new kitchen light from the Home Depot clearance aisle, and last week we finally found an electrician who works for bud to install it, along with five small recessed lights called “cans”. You’ll note the central light is shaped like the holy donut: a TORUS. The “cans” are brand name HALO, so we have five cups/angels circling the mother ship. The cans are incandescent, emitting a warm, sunlike yellow light, but the mother ship is fluorescent, glowing with a distinctive tint of GREEN.
Note: Ceiling awaits proper repair and painting.