Saturday, April 08, 2017


I was in a room with my mother she was standing and the walls were painted orange and yellow and pleasant to be in. She had two chests of drawers in an alcove and an orange cloth covering them. She was Indian and was wearing a sari. "I like it in here," I said, "You're like me you like it uncluttered." When I woke up I remembered that my mother is moving today from my brother's house to my sister's house a few doors away. Nonetheless it's a big deal. She is not able to walk or stand or do anything without professional assistance.