I am having one of these gloomy days I usually have after one of these dreams with my girls. The plot is often the same: I met with them again, I am dazzled by how beautiful and tall they have become, we are immensely happy to be together again. Joy is mingled with pain during the dream, and I don’t know which is the most acute.
After such dreams, I am a wreck: I am awake and they are not there. I spend time chewing memories and that does not help. One of these was the magical quiet moments I had with them when they were little, before diner, watching Ernie and Bert. This is perhaps one of my favorites of their episodes:
This led me to drift to the guy who wants to loosen Chinese grip on US public finance by dumping funding for public television and radio. And that’s my thought (not very articulate, but as I said, I am a wreck) about his proposal: “La, la, la, lavatory; La, la, la, laxative; La, la, la, leitmotif; La, la, la, listeria; La, la, la, lichenology; La, la, la, liposuction…”