I shouldn’t be surprised the way the light or lack thereof throws me off sometimes. Well, yes I am! Winter has passed. This is Spring. May. Cinco de Mayo. But the sun is nowhere to be found. The brightest thing outside are the tall dandelions in our backyard.
It’s so grey that even inside the house is filled with it. The lamps are doing nothing. I feel like I want to go back upstairs and crawl under the covers. I could go out, but again, GREY. Feel like I would be swallowed up by it.
Instead, I will have to busy myself. Definitely have tons of editing to do. Could bake some biscotti, clean.
Last night I found an old draft I wrote when I lived in Sicily. Working title, The Morning I Thought My Father-in Law Had Died. Ha! One thing that I’d forgotten about was the parrot our downstairs neighbors owned. The son would be out on the terrazza with it most times and the way that parrot squawked! My husband was certain the son squeezed it like an accordion and that was why it carried on the way it did. I didn’t believe it then, but the day I wrote the piece, I must have.
The piece is long, wordy but has potential for sure. I am motivated by the parrot and the incident, an argument between my in-laws about something probably minor, but became a drama, because…Sicilians! It has a bit of comedy to it as well; I smiled after I finished reading it, so perhaps that smile is also motivating me to finish it?
I will get to it, but first? Dishes, and laundry, and perhaps I will wash my hair and at the end of all of that, the sun will show her face.
