Four’s Flights

Coming down the home stretch (we hope and pray) of Frank’s incarceration at Northshore Hospital, and winding down the B&B for the season, it feels as if the summer never really happened and it’s all been one of those really complicated, surreal dream, the kind your unconscious delivers up to your conscious to confuse the shit out of you and get you to spend the whole day in a daze. When do we get to wake up from those?

One of my best friends came to stay for the weekend and took me out to dinner at The Laundry, which was absolutely wonderful. We spent a lot of time together walking our dogs (hers is an amazing huge long rasta-haired sausage dog named Rebbe of all things) and reading Tarot cards and eating delicious food. After she leaves today… no, am not going to allow myself to feel bereft again. This day, I’ll go down to my studio and get to work even if it’s only for an hour. Have got to stop yielding to the temptation of my bed.

At least it’s a beautiful day.

Hope everyone is having a fabulous Labor Day weekend!

just a note to explain — with Frank in hospital and the summer B&B bushiness, haven’t had the time or the heart to keep up with blogging. But I do read all your posts and think of you guys every day.