I'm too exhausted to do textual justice to the day. But - strangely intense conversations about family with Grace, at the bottom of the hill while the girls, little & big, leaped over the abyss on the rope swing. Grace - aka Dr. Laura's Worst Nightmare - is very good at getting people to talk about themselves. With me it's never hard, but I can tell the touch of the expert surgeon. She is a masterful interviewer, and makes things & people seem Important. I pictured her as a news anchor, tv reporter during some crisis or political thing, or with her own talk show... A blogging talk show, with photos and podcasting? But the force of her personality would come across better on video. Think of all the times someone has come up to you and asked a well-meaning but lame question about your life, your appearance, your work or art or career or past... a question that falls flat, and the only answer is "er... I dunno... maybe... Because that's how I did it." I can't imagine Grace asking anyone a boring question. "Clearly in some ways a strategy to deflect attention away from yourself, but hey, you are REALLY really good at it..." If aliens visit Earth, they should contact her first.
Cupcakes... hanging around in a tiny bedroom downstairs with the light coming in the bamboo blinds, imagining living there. Ms. Jane was being silly with us... More cupcakes on a tray served by Grace - with a side of advil, baby aspirin, & sparkling water. Wow!
My head went sideways for a while as I cruised her rows of books. Her ex is a poet - I found - as I lunged for the dusty handmade book & booklet & she ran over and wigged out that I'd pick that of all things off the shelf. I savor the obscure, small & neglected little mag...
Grace also said something funny about my body and how I am in my body in this amazing way. I was like, WTF? I don't think anyone's said that to me before - I'm the most notoriously awkward and ungraceful person around. But I thought about it hiking up the hill & realized when I am not hurting anywhere I'm always appreciating it, and when I am hurting, I'm extra aware of my body and trying to make it so it's not hurting any more. Because I used to just turn off any connection or awareness as much as I could so as not to hurt - but that has a terrible result because it made me neglect myself to the point where I fell apart! Er, anyway, it was just her way of noticing my somewhat nonstandard-for-a-girl body language...?
Moomin played well with Sophie! Rook played well with others too & then took Moomin off to his rpg - so that I could stay longer.
Then - Grace's sister Terry drove me home & we went to her art studio. "come on over and see my lithographs..." Heh. It was fun & I liked her art & the giant metal machines & stuff. She was giggly and fun, & the sort of unstuckup person who likes to xerox her own butt. Totally!
To bed with Moomin and then I have to read the proofs for the Foetry Plash article !