— waking up and smelling the coffee that has already percolated, while I slept<\/p>\n
— hearing the soprano choir boys in the balcony rehearsing when I stop off to go to afternoon mass and I get there early<\/p>\n
— calling home and hearing Siobhan and Jean and Pat and Bren laughing in the background, and hearing Cashel playing “The Star Wars theme” on the piano<\/p>\n
— listening to the mix Mitchell made for me when I was in Chicago. It goes like this:
\nCome Sail Away – Alexandra Billings
\nErrol Flynn – Amanda McBroom
\nArms Of A Woman – Amos Lee
\nRest Your Love on Me – Andy Gibb & Olivia Newton-John
\nBosom Buddies (Mame) – Angela Lansbury & Beatrice Arthur
\nIt’s A Miracle – Barry Manilow
\nLet The River Run – Alexandra Billings
\nYou Can’t Always Get What You Want\/I Shall Be Released (Live Version) – Bette Midler
\nDon’t Go – Yaz
\nMississippi Rolling Stone – Tina Turner
\nAn Old Fashioned Love Song – Three Dog Night
\nMarry Me a Little – Stephen Sondheim
\nBaby It’s You – The Shirelles
\nI (Who Have Nothing) – Shirley Bassey
\nRich Woman – Robert Plant & Alison Krauss
\nFire – The Pointer Sisters
\nOn The Street Where You Live – Nat King Cole
\nVan Lear Rose – Loretta Lynn
\nOl Man River – Judy Garland
\nThe Bitch of Living – Spring Awakening<\/p>\n
— his voice saying to me, in his lilting accent of Trinidad, as I cry in his arms, “You are<\/i> strong, darling. You are<\/i> strong.”<\/p>\n
— getting an email from David raving about Blood Meridien<\/i><\/p>\n
— clean laundry<\/p>\n
— the fact that I have kept 5 out of 6 plants alive for almost 10 years now (one just died. I have a problem with jade. I kill them repeatedly)<\/p>\n
— going outside to beat my rugs in my front yard, and chatting with the little old lady next door, who is potting her plants in her front yard<\/p>\n
— the chill in the air, the heavy grey sky, the gleaming lights of the city<\/p>\n
— hearing my father say to me, “So what are you reading?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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