Last month of 2007

Holidays.

Sisters.

Things.

Me.

Combine and watch, wait, stand back and.

Here at Chez Schwerin, Casa Peg, all is going as to be expected. Daughter Sarah arrives soon, maybe while I do this here now. Sarah was the lucky first person to sit next to me when I first came to Bedford and attended public schools - Third Grade - Wilma Gennetti's class - Wilma lived just down the road here on Hillside. Yeah, so? Just sayin'. There's a gazillion Gennettis in this town. A district/neighborhood is entitled Gennetti Circle.

Speaking of, due to the heat being pumped up late last night, the dreams were fever pitch weird - and I incorporated Sandi Silva - a schoolmate of 'ours' from Bedford days of yore, and a dear friend - into a dream. She was entering the arena which I had just left, where some sort of near Public Access type of community theater (NO) dealio had me involved in some film production that got increasingly more bizarre and sexual as the production continued. I was given speaking lines, which addled me, as I forgot them and was concerned that this was all becoming much more than anticipated, plus, big plus, was I going to be compensated for this added dialogue.

But, there was Sandi, me holding and hugging her as she went down the steep ladder stairs into this realm to = what? I have no clue, but bid my farewells, I as was done and doner by whate'er had transpired before all of this.

Dream On!

The heat came on in a blast - this after discussions with the neighboring unit (that is fashioned out of the whole of this house) that has domain on the thermostat. The steam was whistling as it got thrown into hyper drive some time after 11. The first time heat arrived in my upstairs room; so much so that I was duly uncomfortable. And Peg had nightmares from this also.

Was this not the focus of discussion just yesterday - the enormity of the bills for fuel? DUH.

I wonder if sister Mary, visiting from Boulder Creek California will make contact. I have initiated such since her arrival a week ago last Wednesday. Whatever. We did a lunch at the Colonial Inn in Concord and a drive around the bordering towns - as far as Framingham and other places seemingly so distant but not.

La di da.

Sundays. SO evocative unto themselves. Flavor. Roast beefs... company... the cast of characters from the past... Mary Rod, after organ work at the church .... cards being played with any number of Down Easties visitng and drinking. As kids, we eventually got the neighboring kids banned by their parents from playing cards with us Sinclairs - we would take them to the penny ante cleaners, we would.

Ah, so long ago.