a dream... city

there is an imaginary city like a cross between chicago and new york and there is a family two parents and two children the mom is relatively absent because her work takes her from the house frequently the dad is the stay at home
the daughter is about 5th grade the son is about 10 and he is the son of the dad's sister and this family adopted them they go through their stuff
the daughter feels forgotten by her mom and one night seaks out to meet a boy and that goes very wrong... welcome to the real world...
and at some point they are in a church catholic and the son is on a lower level and he celebrates the mass more like a baptist and waves up to the dad...
btw
the camera is a character ... it doesnt have any of that irritating camera movement but it would go in for some conspiratorial shots and the dad explains that the son celebrates differently and that is okay i guess the son seems the happiest and then a... two more things when the mom gets home from work or a business trip, the daughter finds relief in her being there and another thing is that at some point, there is a lot of graffiti on a wall and the son decides that he is going to paint over it and does so with a really bright color... eventually the neighborhood has been repainted with bright and muted colors... like whole sides of buildings... not like rainbows then at the end the son is running with his roller down the street
and he is calling out a sonnet that is memorized and the sonnet is probably made up and is about colors and what they are as he runs he is painting leaving a trail of color from the roller on buildings and the street and he passes an area where there are two people sitting on a bench... he turns the corner and sees a fountain that is frozen and runs toward it the women on the bench knows the sonnet and begins to call it out with him he gets to the fountain which is dripping a little and is crying and saying the sonnet the paint roller keeps going on its own... like a broom in fantasia
and the woman is holding the boy

"where did you learn that where did you learn that?"
she says
and he tells her its from his mother

the color and style look like a julie taymore production
and that was the dream or most of it

june 30

today tonight it is late you see

today i spent sitting in a cafe knitting... i think its a blanket...

once i received the call... i went to care for claire... my neice while all of the expectant grandparents raced to the hospital for the birth of what is now know as her sister, carmen maria. shortly after feeding young claire, and cleaning her... she and i climbed into the vehicle and off we were to meet her sister...

she was wonderful and talkative... i am sure that she really had no idea of what was really happening... but i do think she understands now... and is quite happy...

i got us lost in the hospital... of course i went into the wrong doors to begin with and so i was unable to find my way back... claire couldnt really remember and my dad, who was with us, was not there the first time.... so there we are... i found a doctor and he led the three of us out. claire talked about wanting apples the entire way out...

and then she pointed to sky and counted the stars... and it was beautiful

i read to her and put her to sleep and now i write... and soon i'll sleep

so today many things really did occur... too many things to relay... but the thing i will remember is a little girl noticing the stars... amidst all of the excitement... taking notice.

and now i think of a little strip of paper my gma wrote on... "and sometimes i dream"