Sunday, September 30, 2018


I dream of having enough time to touch the rented upright bass that has been here for almost two years. Tim surprised me with it—one of my alternative-life dreams—the day of the women’s march. For a few months, I tried. But life’s been so crazy. It costs less than monthly flowers, and it’s pretty. Still, it haunts me.


  1. Oh please, please find time for this! It's a cool dream.

  2. You're even cool in your dreams.

  3. Do you play? Or is it something you always wanted to do? It sounds a little like me and watercolor painting. I've bought a lot of books and supplies. Read the books (and can talk a good painting), but the supplies mostly sit and taunt me. Not that your bass is given to taunting...