When you take a shower an hour later then intended because you keep texting one another goofy stuff. ♦ #Sisters #ShesAKeeper
The current configuration in all its layered languor. Here, an excerpt from a recentish read. Alain de Botton reminds me that the passageway between worlds- that of slumber to wake- is still a favorite, sometimes melancholy and wistful, other times accompanied by the relief of reality depending on the frights produced at night’s whim.
ON WAKING: ”It is a wonder that we manage to be so outwardly docile, an arm or leg only infrequently stirring, while we travel on such ghost trains. Once the alarm has rung, the accountant has little choice but to head for the bathroom without doing justice to her visions.Sentimental associations and impossible longings are shut down, and the self is reassembled as an apparently coherent entity, with stable commitments and a prescribed future. Yet in the haze of dawn, she feels for a few moments as if she still had a foot in both worlds, parts of herself holding on to the dreams as others soberly go through motions with the taps and the toothbrush.
Sentimental associations and impossible longings are shut down
But with time, the drawbridge to the night is pulled up, and soon all that is left is the noise of running water and, on a ledge by the windows, a bottle of shampoo on which is printed bold letters, in an implicit assertion of the supremacy of diurnal reality, the familiar yet peculiar phrase ‘All-In-One conditioner’.”
-excerpt from The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work by Alain de Botton
Oh, goodness. What a lovely bit of window. Subtle and ornamental, not a full blown break-me stained glass kinda deal. Was standing there on that pebbly gravel, having spotted this green beacon from the road and was immediately compelled to capture it, when the phone rang. Bean. Thought she was alerting me that she was there as well and looking to locate me. We’d arrived to my uncle’s funeral. On the way, I’d played a series of somber and beautiful film scores in keeping with the day’s mood, but wouldn’t you know it, just as I took a right into the entrance, The Muppet Show theme came on. Smiles and laughter are indeed okay even at the saddest of times. The day and night went on to prove it in reconnecting with loved ones long missed.
But about that call. Bean was stranded six miles up the road just off the freeway where her clutch had gone out. Timing! Jumped back in the car and picked her and Shane up arriving back with but a minute to spare. The place was packed, an overly full house attesting to the character of a man gone too soon. So glad to have so many turn out to acknowledge him. ♦