i arrived in northern virginia on wednesday afternoon and spent the holiday with family. i’m back in charlotte now, only because i work saturday morning.
my mother has wood floors. they are remarkably free of dust. you know how in movies, when there is a lab, there is that anteroom that the scientists have to stand in? a mysterious breeze from above and below sanitizes them and there is sticky paper on the ground to pull dirt particles off the soles of their shoes. this ensures that the main room they are about to enter is, at least in theory, completely free of dirt. that main room is my mother’s house. i spent three days in stockinged feet with the constant feeling that i was about to slip and fall. that feeling always reminds me of home. the feeling of imminent bodily harm. well, imminent bodily harm and pie. both of those things remind me of home.
the trip was great, though much too short. my drive back was fine. as i crossed the state line, i picked up the NPR station out of winston-salem and was treated to terry gross’ interview with blossom dearie. as i’ve mentioned here previously, blossom dearie possesses one of my all-time favorite girl voices. even if you’re unfamiliar with her great jazz albums, i’m sure you know her voice. she sang a bunch of schoolhouse rock stuff including ‘unpack your adjectives’ and ‘figure eight.’ the interview was the perfect cap to my three days off.
last seen: when harry met sally, hunted, power and terror: noam chomsky in our times
last heard: erik satie 'six gnossiennes'
last read: A girl rode out on a horse holding the American Flag, then the anthem began. I was impressed that the horse had been trained to straighten up, sticking its head and tail up, for the anthem.
bonus: She was the daughter of an Italian singer and a French circus acrobat...