Whenever I'm feeling low, I think of all the amazing people who love me. As my eldest son said, "Would all these people love you if you really are a worthless piece of shit?" (Perhaps not an exact quote.)
This song by Mary and Kim made my birth day several years ago and I play it when I'm low or if I just want to remember these dear friends.
"Fans at Rhode Island’s Newport Folk Festival got a lot more than they bargained for Sunday night: a surprise set from folk legend Joni Mitchell.
The 78-year-old singer-songwriter behind “Both Sides Now” and “Big Yellow Taxi” took the stage and performed several songs — her first public performance since suffering a brain aneurysm in 2015, NPR reported."
I love her!
Meanwhile in the heat, I am preparing the house for children. Gill arrives on the 18th of August and Brendan and Michael are arriving September 1st to look after their father after his second operation. Hopefully this will do the trick and he'll be cancer-free. (I was worried because I have to leave for Paris on the 1st and felt like the worst wife in the universe. My boys rescued me and Rob is happy.)
July 23, 2022
Last night I dreamt that Fanny (my friend who died three years ago) and I were in Toronto at Ryerson University taking a history course. Marlene was the professor. Our last class seemed, at first, to be a social event. We were so happy to see each other and then we dispersed for lunch. Fanny and I left together. On our way back, I went into a store - I think it was for tobacco - and when I came out, Fanny was gone so I wandered a bit looking for her and then realised that I'd be late for the afternoon exam and started to run but I was lost. I ran into some building where a tall naked man, his body was painted in camouflage, clutched a baby. He was surprised to see me there and then looked delighted and tried to kiss me. I looked at him as if he was a mad man and told him that I was old enough to be his mother. I left and kept running, worried that Marlene would be worried - maybe even angry at me for being late but I was lost. I asked a young Chinese woman if she knew the way to Ryerson U and she wasn't sure but knew the general direction. We ran together making light conversation. I told her that I lived in France and she said that she always wanted to see France. I thought of inviting her for a visit but didn't. Finally after a number of obstacles and wrong turns, I found the building and ran into it. Marlene and Fanny had been worried about me and I explained what had happened. Marlene put her hands on my shoulders and told me that she had put a lot of work into writing the exam and I missed the chance to write it.
At some point, on my run, I realised that I hadn't even read over the notes for the course and knew little about the course material so perhaps it was a good thing that I would be late - an excuse for a poorly written examen.