old house again

was at the end of the back hallway, where the ghosts were, (bravely) trying to fully sense if they were still there. In truth, i didn't give it enough time to know. Or, I felt something (as I almost always felt I did) and I went past it/them to open the windows in the back room. as I came towards the front of the house passing quickly through it/them again, I could tell there was activity below. I could hear the t.v., maybe some talking. I remembered how the bottom floor of the house had been so different from the creepy second floor - beautiful and full of life - and nature... how it's walls sort of vanished out into the long sloping lawn and secret gardens. I was very excited to be there again. As I went downstairs I saw my sister and someone else I can't identify (margaret?). My sister was just waking up in front of a huge t.v. screen. Miraculously, she had come back to life. But she was already drinking, obviously - waking up disoriented and oblivious at eight in the evening. It was inevitable she would die again.

I didn't make it further into that beautiful floor. I stood by the girls yellow slickers hanging where they were left.

a GOOD set!

the last posting and its reality aside, ah! what a lovely holiday season!!
my ears are ringin', my feet are hurtin', my soul's a dancin'.
the moon........ooh.
and those lovely ducks! the ugly ones almost MOST amazing- their little secret stripes of electric blue- and and all my great friends and funny family and all those groovy tunes on the radio and the moon, and those little girls, and the conversation and the lemon pies.
nothing about this world I don't love.
even the hard stuff.

as Stanley Kunitz (rest him) said, "I can hardly wait for tomorrow."