Monday, August 04, 2008

Dream House

Unpacking in the new place, I have survived the packing, the movers' mixups, and the drive from Massachusetts to North Carolina--with the help of children. So much moving going on that I've even been moving in my dreams.

This early morning I dreamed that Denny was here, helping me. He was hammering together storage shelves and replacing the light in the refrigerator. And then he has gone, leaving carpets half-laid, and I wake up wanting coffee. I wander through shadowy new house surrounded by my history: family furniture, Denny's dominator, our chosen art, rise into place. Outside, an insomniac owl hoot hoot hoots.


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