a smile one mile long
Apr. 8th, 2009 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceTonight I am finding myself surrounded, for the first time in a while, with this nebulous substance. I hear the cool kids are calling it free time? I don't know. All I know is that my mother stayed home alone today, all day, and was so happy to do it and so well by the end of it that she told me to stay home tonight, and so unexpectedly I have the whole night ahead of me. I'm glad for it, and glad for the circumstances that bring it about.
I'm planning on filling at least part of my night with J.D. Salinger's Glass family stories, which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
octoberstory mentioned this morning in a half-embarrassing, half-flattering, entirely illuminating context, and for which all day I've been seriously homesick. I love revisiting things I love, my comfort things, experiencing them over and over, perceiving them differently as I age and change, drawing new things from them and remembering the things about them that drew me in the first place. I am happy tonight, sipping ginger ale, feet tucked under the dog, petting my slightly sunwarped copy of Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters. In love with the whole Glass family.
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Here's a dream: I was in our old house in Baton Rouge, the house I lived in the longest, the same in every particular except there was a staircase in the laundry room leading to a second floor which doesn't exist in real life (at least not when I lived there). I wandered off the staircase and found an owl in the kitchen, a screech owl maybe, perched quietly on the oven handle. I stared at it for a second, and then walked over to the French doors in the living room and opened the door, and the owl stared at me for a second and then flew out the door, as though it had just been waiting for someone to come along. I was pleased at the accident of circumstance that let it be me.
ETA: I want a Seder. I think I will come to yours, if that's okay.
I'm planning on filling at least part of my night with J.D. Salinger's Glass family stories, which
octoberstory mentioned this morning in a half-embarrassing, half-flattering, entirely illuminating context, and for which all day I've been seriously homesick. I love revisiting things I love, my comfort things, experiencing them over and over, perceiving them differently as I age and change, drawing new things from them and remembering the things about them that drew me in the first place. I am happy tonight, sipping ginger ale, feet tucked under the dog, petting my slightly sunwarped copy of Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters. In love with the whole Glass family.:::
Here's a dream: I was in our old house in Baton Rouge, the house I lived in the longest, the same in every particular except there was a staircase in the laundry room leading to a second floor which doesn't exist in real life (at least not when I lived there). I wandered off the staircase and found an owl in the kitchen, a screech owl maybe, perched quietly on the oven handle. I stared at it for a second, and then walked over to the French doors in the living room and opened the door, and the owl stared at me for a second and then flew out the door, as though it had just been waiting for someone to come along. I was pleased at the accident of circumstance that let it be me.
ETA: I want a Seder. I think I will come to yours, if that's okay.
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Date: 2009-04-11 03:11 pm (UTC)Another thought--you can see how seriously Wes Anderson and his art designer must have been influenced by the Glasses when they designed TRT.
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Date: 2009-04-11 04:36 pm (UTC)I'd love to've been there! I'm glad you had a good time.
And yeah. One of many reasons why RT is one of my fave films!