Day 290

October 17, 2021

A day for a daydream

Went up to write at about 2.  There were many birds, many big birds.  It felt familiar.  I'm very happy when those birds are soaring up in those clouds.  

The light was fun today, kept popping out and lighting stuff up.  

I was trying to write a narrative after listening to The Weight by The Band.  It evokes many memories.  The first time I heard it in 1968 was in early August in Berkeley, Ca. where I was taking care of my nephew, Jason, while my brother, Mike worked.  Jace and I were captive in the house on Rose and Olive, I believe, and what we had was a radio.  I was 15 and for the first time in my life I had control over the music.  It was the summer of Janis Joplin, Jimi, The Band, Fairport Convention and tons of others, and I could listen to it all.

I'm  not sure at 3 Jason was too interested, but music has always been his big love, so who knows.  I must have let him watch Sesame Street and other things such as playing with creepy crawly spiders out of a tall saltine box.  

We went to a rock concert at Muir Woods which was a disaster, but in that house in Berkeley the music was great.

I both love and hate Sundays.  I usually feel sick because I've over done it on Saturday, but on the other hand I give myself permission to be gentle.

It's getting cold now.  The weather is finally shifting.  Tomorrow I will bring paperwork to the Y and begin to swim this week.  I promise.  My refrigerator is filled with vegetarian food.  It's quite unlike me, but it's kind of impressive. 

This week ends and a new one begins, and I get to start over once more.