[Listening to Oscar Castro-Neves]
Do I miss you now? Ha! I miss you more than ever! I knew you hadn’t gone anywhere. I didn’t mean to imply that I missed you because you had. I am the one who has fallen off the edge of the Medium world. Circumstances lately require that I live a more scheduled and regimented life. Working at the bakery any morning I can score a shift, sewing mittens any morning I don’t, and spending every afternoon with Mom, still in a wheelchair after her broken hip. I try to find time to lurk around Medium now and then, but I don’t have time to write. I have a novel, and I had just come to the point where one of the main characters was about to die, a very tough piece for me to write and I wanted to get it right. I was steeling myself, thinking a lot about death and dying, getting into the right head-space to tell the story, and then BAM! my daughter had her baby, I left on my roadtrip, my mom fell, and suddenly it was September and I was already behind schedule on mitten production. Looks like I’m on a runaway train now through Christmas.
Sometimes I steal a minute to read something on Medium. I like to read whatever you’ve written. Always conversational, vulnerable, caring, and laced with profanity. Your writing reminds me of phone calls with Grace. Before we lived together, I called her everyday from my office at the end of the day. Hard to believe, but this was before cellphones, so no texting (or sexting), and no slipping away for a quick call. We would email a few times a day, and then I’d call. Anyway, she’d pick up the phone and say, “Baby! I’m so glad you called! I’ve got so much to tell you!” And then she would launch into a 30 or 40 minute hilarious monologue about her day. I would listen and laugh until I was snorting, tears streaming down my cheeks. Part of it was she was a gifted storyteller, part of it was she worked on the rez, which is a parallel universe where strange things happen everyday, and part of it was Grace’s tendency to stumble into absurd situations. Channeling Lucy.
Anyway, your writing brings back echoes of those phone calls.
Yes, I like bossa nova. Try Stan Getz. Very ’60s. He is probably the reason we have elevator music.
The book was “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes.” (Caitlin Doughty) I haven’t read it yet either, but I still hope to.
Thanks for writing. Take care, Jules.