SPELLBOUND
Potter’s Line Market April 8, 2010
Jasmine watches us eagerly, furtively, just as I watch her. We are both looking for clues as to how we fit in to our man’s great love.
I am asked into the big bed at night after my shower, after story time. Falling asleep next to Jasmine is one of the sweet things in life. She wrestles softly with her descent, sucking on her pacifier, rolling her limbs to touch each of us, to test our continuing reality. We are solid.
They told him to become the man he would want his daughter to marry. Jesus. It’s a tall order. He wakes us this morning with a gradual drawing of the skylight shades and the high melodious voice of the great Hawaiian singer whose name he can’t remember. Jasmine and I have extreme punk hairdos from our hot sleep. Daddy gets into her big girl’s bed with her and makes the morning a good, safe place to be. Bunnies and mouses and bears join in. He’s found his life’s work. I watch spellbound from my big girl’s bed.
Work goes on. The dog lies in the sun. Bernard is giving us a lesson in UK diesel as he scrapes the paint off his circular saw. Alex has been cutting his paintings down to size and the blade is covered in swaths of green and blue.
My emotional hemorrhage of yesterday morning has dissipated. We are back to bliss. The sun shines in Surrey! Paintings get painted! The pen hits the page!
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