Don't See Me!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
I wrote my blog for Tuesday on Monday night
and went to bed. These last few months sleep does not come easy and it occurred
to me why I had especially noticed that Magnolia soulangeana yesterday. Down I went to write this.
On Saturdays we get Lauren, 11, mid afternoon and her mother Hilary comes at 6 when we all have dinner which I cook for them. There is a fire in the den and we watch a movie. This Saturday, Lauren requested we see Alec Guinness in The Man in the White Suit (1951 Alexander Mackendrick). I had seen it recently but any excuse to listen to Joan Greenwood’s voice is enough for me. Rebecca, 16 works until late on Saturdays so we have not had her for Saturday dinners for a long while now. Lauren noticed that it is Greenwood's voice that narrates my Through the Looking Glass tape.
On Saturdays we get Lauren, 11, mid afternoon and her mother Hilary comes at 6 when we all have dinner which I cook for them. There is a fire in the den and we watch a movie. This Saturday, Lauren requested we see Alec Guinness in The Man in the White Suit (1951 Alexander Mackendrick). I had seen it recently but any excuse to listen to Joan Greenwood’s voice is enough for me. Rebecca, 16 works until late on Saturdays so we have not had her for Saturday dinners for a long while now. Lauren noticed that it is Greenwood's voice that narrates my Through the Looking Glass tape.
Note the snap (Mamiya RB-67 Pro SD, 140mm lens, Ilford FP-4 Plus) of Lauren which I took a
couple of weeks ago. She has this discomforting deadpan stare. As a little girl
she used to scream, “Don’t see me.” Now that she sits across the table from me
I jokingly (but not too) tell her,” Don’t see me.” And she stares at me just
like in this photograph. I feel guilty without having done anything! If she
grows to be a poker player many will lose their shirts.
But it was late in the afternoon on
Saturday, as I was walking in the garden, that I noticed floating on our pond
petals from Magnolia soulangeana. They had little pebbles on them, little ships on a big pond. I
smiled because I knew who had put them there.
Meanwhile I must enjoy every instant of Lauren while she is still a little girl. Once she becomes a teenager, who knows?
Meanwhile I must enjoy every instant of Lauren while she is still a little girl. Once she becomes a teenager, who knows?
