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A morning Yoga class that focused on hip openers, which I can do! I know I need the ones I can't do more, but it's fun to succeed for a change.
My son calls and we have a great long chat about work, movies, houses, and traveling. He's grown to be such a great friend, and it's so nice sitting and talking while I nibble on the toast left from lunch.
A ride in the country, because I can't walk a lot right now, having some kind of foot/ankle tendonitis and want it to heal before I go to Italy for two weeks in June. I had this before when I used to run, years ago, and dropped back to walking. Ugh. But the ride was lovely. Just a few miles north and the wisteria is still fresh and purple, the dogwood and azaleas just opening. We start to visit one of Bill's friends and the new house is so ostentatious and hideous we turn back. Along the road are gentle cottages I'd love to live in, on the lake. At the filling station I see a former student, such a warm, happy person.
Home to a lovely evening. 85 degrees and cooling--my kind of weather. We grill on the deck and sit late into twilight, watching the candles burn down. The trees are full of leaves, the light is late. This is my time, my weather. The candlelight spills throught the spaces in the table, making diamond shapes on our legs and the floor. We talk about the Triplets of Belleville (we loved it), why Bill's friends went for glamor wives and he for me, what we'll do this summer in Chicago, what's wrong with Condoleeza Rice. The bats go in and the stars come out, and still it's warm.
My son calls and we have a great long chat about work, movies, houses, and traveling. He's grown to be such a great friend, and it's so nice sitting and talking while I nibble on the toast left from lunch.
A ride in the country, because I can't walk a lot right now, having some kind of foot/ankle tendonitis and want it to heal before I go to Italy for two weeks in June. I had this before when I used to run, years ago, and dropped back to walking. Ugh. But the ride was lovely. Just a few miles north and the wisteria is still fresh and purple, the dogwood and azaleas just opening. We start to visit one of Bill's friends and the new house is so ostentatious and hideous we turn back. Along the road are gentle cottages I'd love to live in, on the lake. At the filling station I see a former student, such a warm, happy person.
Home to a lovely evening. 85 degrees and cooling--my kind of weather. We grill on the deck and sit late into twilight, watching the candles burn down. The trees are full of leaves, the light is late. This is my time, my weather. The candlelight spills throught the spaces in the table, making diamond shapes on our legs and the floor. We talk about the Triplets of Belleville (we loved it), why Bill's friends went for glamor wives and he for me, what we'll do this summer in Chicago, what's wrong with Condoleeza Rice. The bats go in and the stars come out, and still it's warm.
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We (Nelly and I) go to the beach together Sunday mornings, where I play volleyball with a group, some of whose members I've known for maybe 12 years. One of our little traditions is that we listen to the Beatles on the way to and from. Today it was "Revolver," which has "Good Day Sunshine" (your music for this post) on it. It's a very Paul song, don't you think? Nelly asked me to play "Elinor Rigby" twice in a row. It feels more like a Paul-John collaboration.
It was a beautiful day to be at the beach.
I wonder sometimes why Rebecca went for me instead of someone more driven and powerful. But I guess she had no interest in being a trophy. So I was -- am -- fortunate.
Thanks for describing your good day.
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Yes, Good Day Sunshine is indeed a Paul song! He's always seemed like the sunshine of the group (well, and Ringo), though some of his others, like Yesterday, are darker, or maybe just sadder. To me, the John part of Elinor Rigby is the images (a "face that she keeps in a jar by the door"--that's got to be John. Thanks for all the Beatle lyrics you occasionallyl share. I love them--and teach them sometimes in poetry classes.
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Yes, my favorite Beatles song as a teenager was "Let It Be," a song Paul wrote that expresses his basically positive stance toward life. I think it gave me hope, even when I wasn't aware that it was working on me that way. I became more of a John fan in my 20s, but now I think my favorite Beatle -- the one I feel most affinity with -- is George. A week ago, Rebecca and I went to see the American Ballet Theater company, and a third of the program consisted of a tribute to George. It was very moving.