Gargoyles above the door of a private home, Philadelphia
At 10:00 pm I finished the last page of the book I'd been reading. It had been a busy day, the first full day I'd had at home, as opposed to the studio, since we came back from Philadelphia and New York, and I'd had the kitchen to clean, laundry to fold, summer clothes to put away for good, plants to cut back and water and place in their winter homes, tomorrow's small dinner party to cook for, Sunday's music to practice. After each task, I'd found myself back on the couch, reading a few more pages, and so the day had gone until it was ten at night, the book was done, and I looked up to see the clock and realize I hadn't written anything for the blog, though I'd mused over several ideas while washing the dishes and folding the clothes.
But better, perhaps, to simply sit down and write this brief report of the day, an uneventful one, really, but a day that's left me quite contented. From the back of the apartment now I can hear J., who's had a cold, moving about as he works on his own clothes closet. He's playing an old Fairport Convention album; Sandy Denny singing "Tam Lin." Outside, there's a sudden screech of brakes on the wet pavement, but no crash, and the traffic sounds quickly return to their normal pattern.
I'm not sleepy yet, but I can begin to feel the slight heaviness in my shoulders that signals the approach of tiredness. For some reason I've been sleeping much better than usual lately, and it makes the thought of the night much more attractive. Last night I dreamt about two people I haven't seen in a long time; one of them, in fact, has been dead for 35 years. They have no relation to one another, and didn't in the dream, except that I was talking with them, one after the other, and in the dream we looked into each other's eyes, after the conversation ended, with great affection.When I woke up I didn't remember this at all; the two people came back to me separately, during the day, as I worked, and the clarity of seeing them, smiling, has remained in my mind all day.
What a lovely day. I love when dreams come back to you like that while awake.
Posted by: Kim | November 20, 2009 at 11:12 PM