April 10, 2011
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photo by Denise Grunstein
clothes by Sandra BacklundIt’s Sunday morning, warm and raining. This apartment is nice in grey weather. It’s just the kind of place you want to hunker down with tea, a book, and some Chopin (or Dave Brubeck or some musically intellectual equivalent). I don’t know shit about classical music and a very little more about jazz, but it’s lovely to listen to (some of it, at least) and it makes me feel smarter. In the overcast light this becomes a very esoteric space.
My big plan for today is to have a nice, hot shower and go for a walk (I’m drinking the last of the coffee right now). Then it’s home to sort the records, which have been in a state of disarray since the move. It’s very hard to find something to listen to when Doris Day is stuck between Supertramp and Neil Young. And when that’s done? Tea. Book. Chopin.
I love Sundays.
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Comments (2)
This all sounds delightful. I’ve missed rain.
What are you reading?
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@sixacross - The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox. It’s about a woman who discovers she has a great aunt that was committed to an asylum at the age of 16 (in the 30s) and is now set to be released. It talks about how easy it was to have women committed for all kinds of little things and how it only took the word of a GP. Interesting stuff.