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dreaming alle romane..
Feb. 7th, 2006 | 12:25 pm
Yesterday was sweet because while I was out at lessons with Maria Sole and her Mom, Gillian telephoned me saying that two friends of hers were coming to our place and that they had bought groceries and were going to prepare dinner for us.
When I came home, exactly that was taking place. An hour or so after dinner, her friends left for an appointment down at the Campo, and Gil remained.
We dyed her hair a brighter shade of red, and sat in the livingroom talking about school things. Her *hot* Latin teacher had inspired her to write her dreams down. He'd told her that if she wrote them down for 4 days she'd wake up in the middle of the night remembering everything and so as an experiment she tried it.
We talked a lot about dream writing....
Last night I dreamed I was in a big apartment with Mr. Blog, only Mr. Blog was his younger version, more or less how he was when he was 6 or so years old. The apartment which we'd recently transferred to was large and had big rooms at either end. We discussed work that had to be done on the place but then he went off into one of the big rooms to play with his toy trucks. I was left alone to accomplish the necessary work.
Looking around thinking where to begin I unhappily noticed that the marble like floors had some serious big dark stains and I became worried because the stains were not there when we first visited the place and so I'd be the one who'd have to figure out how to get rid of them. They were a dark crimson color, almost blackish purple and they were not superficial but rather absorbed into the marble itself.
I stooped to examine them more thoroughly. When I did, I noticed that Maria Sole's Mom, Adriana, was scrubbing vigorously a different portion of floor nearby, down on her hands and knees. The dirt she was cleaning was superficial and no where near as difficult as the task I had ahead. But since she likes to think of herself as an authority of all things, I decided to ask her if she had any recommendations for the cleaning of my portion.
She said," Look, the stains aren't the problem, but there are bugs, fire ants, and they are creating the serious problem."
I looked closer at the floor between her portion and mine and indeed saw several small mounds of dusty dirt where the marble had been plowed. Oh no, fire ants, I thought.
I asked, " But they are what are leaving the dark purple stains, how?"
Before she could answer I saw other mounds, bigger ones closer to the purple stains. I watched the mounds and big black flying insects were entering and exiting the mound holes. " Ooooo," said I," I don't think fire ants are our only problem here.."
A friend of mine from my early and mid twenties in CA, Barbara Geraci, who I haven't seen or spoken to in 12 years, arrived at the door. She'd taken an elevator to get there and had come from far away. We discussed music and piano playing in particular. Then she had to go but she wanted to wash up and use a bathroom before hitting the road. She asked if this was possible but I knew that the bathrooms were a big mess, unfinished. One bathroom was kind of usable, it was the water closet. I opened the door and there were stacks of boxes and huge costco bags full of toilet paper rolls covering the tolet. I shifted them around so she could pee. It disturbed me greatly that I felt that I hadn't been a good friend to her throughout the great gaps in our seeing one another. She thanked me and left on her way.
-------yesterday was ALSO sweet because MORE surprise mail arrived! A healthy sized package from Rosalyn with; a set of blank NM Adobe building w/ Christmas tree perched atop, all lit up, holiday greeting cards. A book of just my level poppy piano tunes and Cougar meds...eeeeeee! I LOVE surprise mail! To top it all off he added whip cream and a cherry by writing a fresh blog entry! Right away I played the easiest song in the book, a Gershwin tune, and set to working out the chords and melody keys to 'New York State of Mind.' I prefer John Mayall's version to Billy Joel's.
When I came home, exactly that was taking place. An hour or so after dinner, her friends left for an appointment down at the Campo, and Gil remained.
We dyed her hair a brighter shade of red, and sat in the livingroom talking about school things. Her *hot* Latin teacher had inspired her to write her dreams down. He'd told her that if she wrote them down for 4 days she'd wake up in the middle of the night remembering everything and so as an experiment she tried it.
We talked a lot about dream writing....
Last night I dreamed I was in a big apartment with Mr. Blog, only Mr. Blog was his younger version, more or less how he was when he was 6 or so years old. The apartment which we'd recently transferred to was large and had big rooms at either end. We discussed work that had to be done on the place but then he went off into one of the big rooms to play with his toy trucks. I was left alone to accomplish the necessary work.
Looking around thinking where to begin I unhappily noticed that the marble like floors had some serious big dark stains and I became worried because the stains were not there when we first visited the place and so I'd be the one who'd have to figure out how to get rid of them. They were a dark crimson color, almost blackish purple and they were not superficial but rather absorbed into the marble itself.
I stooped to examine them more thoroughly. When I did, I noticed that Maria Sole's Mom, Adriana, was scrubbing vigorously a different portion of floor nearby, down on her hands and knees. The dirt she was cleaning was superficial and no where near as difficult as the task I had ahead. But since she likes to think of herself as an authority of all things, I decided to ask her if she had any recommendations for the cleaning of my portion.
She said," Look, the stains aren't the problem, but there are bugs, fire ants, and they are creating the serious problem."
I looked closer at the floor between her portion and mine and indeed saw several small mounds of dusty dirt where the marble had been plowed. Oh no, fire ants, I thought.
I asked, " But they are what are leaving the dark purple stains, how?"
Before she could answer I saw other mounds, bigger ones closer to the purple stains. I watched the mounds and big black flying insects were entering and exiting the mound holes. " Ooooo," said I," I don't think fire ants are our only problem here.."
A friend of mine from my early and mid twenties in CA, Barbara Geraci, who I haven't seen or spoken to in 12 years, arrived at the door. She'd taken an elevator to get there and had come from far away. We discussed music and piano playing in particular. Then she had to go but she wanted to wash up and use a bathroom before hitting the road. She asked if this was possible but I knew that the bathrooms were a big mess, unfinished. One bathroom was kind of usable, it was the water closet. I opened the door and there were stacks of boxes and huge costco bags full of toilet paper rolls covering the tolet. I shifted them around so she could pee. It disturbed me greatly that I felt that I hadn't been a good friend to her throughout the great gaps in our seeing one another. She thanked me and left on her way.
-------yesterday was ALSO sweet because MORE surprise mail arrived! A healthy sized package from Rosalyn with; a set of blank NM Adobe building w/ Christmas tree perched atop, all lit up, holiday greeting cards. A book of just my level poppy piano tunes and Cougar meds...eeeeeee! I LOVE surprise mail! To top it all off he added whip cream and a cherry by writing a fresh blog entry! Right away I played the easiest song in the book, a Gershwin tune, and set to working out the chords and melody keys to 'New York State of Mind.' I prefer John Mayall's version to Billy Joel's.