I had a check-up to make sure the plant is running properly before my trip - also had the computer checked last week, and my teeth - putting as much to rights as I can before I vanish. The doctor said I have grown a quarter of an inch. "Do you do yoga?" I do - is it tugging me up that much? My mother used to be six feet tall and is now shorter than I - I used to be five feet eight and a half but am now closer to five nine. Yes!
The highlight of my day - in the early evening, my son came home from his peregrinations on his way to a St. Patrick's day celebration with Irish friends. He is living here briefly, making messes, dropping clothing and crumbs about the place, devouring the contents of the fridge and entertaining the landlady. I sat on the bar stool in the kitchen, he sat on the counter by the sink, and he told me about his dreams. He has such vivid dreams that he wakes up regularly, shouting. "Don't worry, it's magnetised!" he shouted one night. He walks at night, too - has woken up on the kitchen or the bathroom floor. Last night his dream involved a knife fight with Tom Cruise. I'm happy to say that Sam won.
He made me laugh, as he always does, and was fascinating, as he always is, and then he got changed and put on some spicy smell, buckled up his leather jacket, kissed the old bag on the cheek and disappeared. One day, he will be immersed in his grown-up life, and another lucky woman will be pondering his dreams. For now, it's still lucky, lucky me.
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