Sylvia

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Tonight is Friday, March 16, 1951. It is about time to begin again to write here, firmly resolved (as I always am at each new attempt) to be as honest and neat as possible about the rather nebulous thinking processes I go through on paper.... Someone shuffles in slippers down the hall, singing. Doors close. The kerchief around my head presses the hard knobs of rag curlers into my scalp. It is very hot, and the radiator breathes steam. So I open the window a little.

-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals, the college years

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I included this entry only because I liked this sensation of experiencing a time-shift when she straightforwardly invokes March 16, 1951. I can feel the pen scratching the page freshly on this day in 1951, and 1951 is the present. She does not ordinarily provide the dates in her journal entries, at least not in these early years.

Miley working the sex

ONTD

Of a Sunday Morning

At around five in the morning, I wake up and hear this snorting outside the window. It takes a moment before I realize that it must be one of the cats, probably Ash. It is her. It must be said that she has been free from this problem for a number of weeks, but she obviously still comes down with it every once in a while.

I go ahead and make a bathroom run and am surprised to hear that Pop and Kay are apparently going at it in geriatric bliss. Among her moans and groans, she says, "That feels good." I take a quick piss and a drink of water and lock myself away back in the big room.

I able to fall asleep again and have a little dream. It has been too long since I have had a truly good dream. So, until I have one, maybe I should make a point of putting down the interesting snatch of dream that I am able to catch from time to time.

Mother, Jack, and I are in the kitchen. It's this kitchen, the Dun Hill kitchen. It is the thin, younger mother. Jack is also young again, still a virgin. I don't know if I am younger. I am just there, eternally me, observing them. Mother says that she is going to have surgery today, and she discusses what we should do for meals. Like I said, it is just a snatch of dreaming that I was able to wake up with. That is all I remember. But I like it.

Of a July Afternoon

Pop reminded me that tomorrow is our 'bulky items' pick-up. I said, "I thought we weren't going to put anything out." He wants us to lose the old water-hose and the cracked plastic white chair. I said okay. When I stepped outside, despite the sunshine, I got the sense that that 50 % chance of rain might really be coming in. I grabbed Sammy and brought him inside to join Coco and Ash.

Then, after a dropped the hose and the chair on the curb, I thought I might as well give the elephant ears an early watering. I was surprised to see a number of the ears leaning down hard. In July, this usually is not a surprise, but they have been able to stand tall all summer, until now. I figured the summer finally caught up with them. But then it occurred to me that today has been a rather mild day. Why should the ears be failing now?

Then I remembered that I forgot to water them this morning. The excitement of Kay leaving early this morning threw my routines off, and the chore of watering the ears slipped off my radar. I am sorry about that. I gave them a good watering now, knowing somewhat despondently that one never fully comes back from a bad injury, and those ears are hurting.

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