I've run out of steam, finally. I had a giant allergy attack (damned tree!) and went to bed with Proust. That man is a handful in bed. A double-fistful!
I left Rook to deal with Moomin's bath and bed... was 100% tuned out, weirdly... i think it was the benadryl kicking my ass...
When the allergy meds started to work at around 9 I got up and played the piano till just now.
That new music book i borrowed from K. is totally fun and just what i needed. I am just sight-reading everything in the book and I'm about halfway through. Sometimes - like tonight - I come across something that I must have played when I was 10 or so (Solfeggieto - oh, it must have been earlier than 10. my fingers KNEW it. and i used to love to play it superfast!!! it was so easy and so impressive if you played it right - what a rush it used to be for the little-kid me!) there were others that I totally want to go back and learn nicely, something easy and beethoveny that made my protestant heart happy... haydn things that were familiar... I was tripping out on it... and felt like i should be wearing that white shirt with the frilly eyelet lace and the matching yellow and white gingham skirt that i thought made me look sort of grownup or at least not like a scraggy little kid... (circa 1978)
That was right when my parents put up some shelves over my desk in my room (my room! a new thing in new house!) and they were dark and shiny wood. My model horses were arranged on them. I'm trying to remember what else. The dark blue wooden tiny model of a tall clock that you could open the doors of and the clock really worked. What else? I can't remember. I can see the horses up there looking very magnificent. And I got some dark wooden bureau things too (where did that come from? suddenly I had my own room and all this stuff... and the brass bedstead... loved it all so passionately... hook rug on floor... I also recall looking at myself in the mirror in this room and constantly polishing all my stuff and dusting it.) Minnie's room had her crib (okay, it's more like 1977 then?) and some other bureau thing, the old one, and that rainbow rings mobile... I can't remember her room all that well... it had the entrance to the attic in her wardrobe, which I both envied and feared, but was great for hiding in.
blah blah blah... i'm so zoned...
there's a lot of meowing... i think Rook is flea-bathing the cats... i should go and help...
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