Jeremy and I are heading back to Venice the weekend of Oct 28th.
We’ll catch the end of this year’s Biennale and go see the current exhibit at Palazzo Fortuny and stay in a hotel on San Zaccaria.
Then I will com home and write a book, at least a first draft, in November.
THEN we’ll go the ATP the first weekend of December in Minehead.
And in the middle of all this my grandmother is still unwell and staying in a nursing home as they try to build her health back up after her surgeries and any time I see a funeral on the TV it makes me cry. The final episode of the first season on Treme nearly killed me last week when we watched it on DVD.
I keep thinking of driving down two lane highways and listening to The Watson Twins and wandering around my old neighbourhood in Detroit and sitting in hospital waiting rooms hoping for even the smallest thing to go right and sand cranes in plowed fields and old school houses and the colours in my parents’ old back yard changing as October marched on.
This started out happy and then turned sort of maudlin, huh? I didn’t mean for that to happen.
There are good things on the horizon though, more on those soon. I need to move through this bout of sadness first I think.