The week’s notes. Morning. I live on a quiet street although . . . contractors are always working on someone’s home. Today, power saw, power staplers (nailers?) and hammer blows—re-shingling, I think. And there is the sound of traffic from a few streets over. And the garbage men.
I am studying the light in my rooms at various times of the day. My bedroom is very dark at night which is much appreciated. The Madison house, on the corner, had a street light that shined into my bedroom. Julia’s room, less dark here, needs some heavy curtains. I put up blinds for her which help a bit. I don’t like blinds. I used to say I hated blinds, but I’m getting used to them here. I remind myself that this is a rental and will never conform completely to my wishes. Continue reading