Today in conversations that go nowhere and didn’t really need to happen:
My sister (while in the city shopping for birthday gifts for Anna): Do you think a size 8 pant will fit her?
Me: That’s hard to say, Kel. Really depends on the make and style. She’d need to try them on to know for sure.
My sister: I NEED TO KNOW.
Me: I’d go with a 10 to be on the safe side, kid is growing like a weed.
My sister: But size 8.
(At which point she sends the above photo)
Me: That …. doesn’t really help me. But, sure.
My sister: I thought so.
Tonight was ridiculously fun.
The shows were amazing and the company wonderful.
And aside from having to briefly contend with and get away from a bee that somehow flew up the hem of my dress, it was perfect.
Alright, I’m getting truly excited now that I’m en route to Edmonton.
Death Cab at 8
Jack White at 940
I had a dream last night like a haunted house though most of it took place in a forest.
I kept finding myself stumbling upon various bizarre situations; some I’ve been in before, some completely new that my subconscious brewed up and played out.
There were a few recurring players in this dream.
One’s a good friend of mine here in town and in my nightscape I first found him sitting on the trunk of a very large oak. As I got closer to him I could tell that he was reciting words from a book that I love but that I haven’t read since I was about 25. I asked him how he knew those words and he told me simply that I had taught them to him.
Another familiar face was found in a room in a cabin in those woods that I wound up standing on the front porch of. He wasn’t easily found and I hadn’t even known that I was looking for him but something kept me moving deeper through the rooms. I knew it was necessary. Once I found him it became clear that he had been waiting for me.
He was drinking aged, homemade whiskey and his voice was rougher than it actually is now, but maybe this was down the road.
He told me that he had something for me and as he got to his feet, his bones cracking as though they hadn’t moved in days, he reached into his pocket and pulled out…..
but I never got to see what it was.
The cabin melted away and I didn’t see him again until much later in the dream.
I could go on for much longer, certainly longer than anyone would care to read about, but I won’t, I had just wanted to capture the atmosphere and the feeling because it felt so big when I woke up and I felt a longing for some of the many people that populated that scape that I dearly missed.
And It’s been stuck with me all day.
My Favorite Films:
Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Before Midnight.
"I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt."
"Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past."
“I am giving you my whole life, ok? I got nothing larger to give, I’m not giving it to anybody else. If you’re looking for permission to disqualify me, I’m not gonna give it to you. Ok? I love you. And I’m not in conflict about it.”
I’m using this quiet afternoon to rewatch these three gems.
The conversation and the actors are magic.