Last night I dreamt that I am near the sea. The sea was wavy and I was watching it from a distance, from the other side of the road, with my husband. The air was damp and dense like in Death in Venice and the sun was slowly descending to the sea. In the small bay there was a strange show of men dressed as giant vaginas in red, dancing in the water, and their costumes got partly wet. We didn’t get wet, we were far from the waves. A huge tsunami wave came and erected a sort of a roof above our heads, but it splashed behind us and we remained dry and safe. We knew that sooner or later the wave will wash us too. For now we are just watching the waves. Finally my husband asks, what time is it anyway, and I am saying, it’s the last time. The picture is from a different time.
October 7, 2020
When Queen Rlizabeth address Great Britain on Xmas day - the cameras panned through the royal cavalry. I marveled at the trooper/musician in his saddle sporting a full sized tuba! Attention must be paid for this valiant soldier has not an easy task! This mounted orchestra member indeed harbors immense determination. I am momentarily reminded of a cello playing Woody Allen in a marching band - complete with mobile chair he drags along with him! He also is determined to play his part as he sctively marches through the streets! I have served in a mounted guard and during a parade for Labor Day, Veterans Day , Thanksgiving Day J am most grateful Ionly needed to hold tight the reins!
December 30, 2020