piano practice

Februrary 24, 2017.

He sits on the piano bench. She sits next to him. They read the music in front of them and bang out atonal note clusters. He plays with his feet and with his butt. Occasionally he turns to look at me. He smiles self-consciously. Continues playing. Now loud. Now quiet. He creates a melody. Plays it a few times in a row. Snippets of song. She and I take turns sitting next to him and playing piano with him. In this way we pass the time between dinner and bed.

band practice

February 24, 2017

After dinner he asks if we want to have a band. He plays his cat piano. She plays a ukulele. Per his request, I play my guitar. A few plucks, strums and plonks and he declares this the worst band ever.

You know what the most important part about being in a band is? I ask.

What? 

Having fun.

Then he starts us gain and we play for a longer duration.

light rail

Dreamt I was on a light rail train. In the front car. All was glass windows for viewing, including the floor. We sped out over Chicago. I could see the buildings beneath the water. Submerged. Dizzying with their height and the depth of the flood. A day bright with sun. Warm and blue sky. The other passengers laughing with apprehension of the clear bottom of the train.

She says, The thing that bothered me when I saw my house down there is that I know I left my door closed when I left. But now it’s open.