wednesday
Yesterday afternoon front window.
Woke up this morning to the sound of hard rain on the roof. Going to be wet out there.
We watched In the Heat of the Night last night as a continuation of our Sidney Poitier film fest. It was good. Not joyous like Lilies of the Field but really good. These movies shaped me - I was a teen when they first came out. Living where we did in a small town in western PA we hardly ever saw a single black person. The other high school in our town had a couple black kids but ours had none at all. Blacks were a rare and marvelous thing and I wanted to know more about them. Even now when I see a black person I make a special effort to make eye contact and see if I can connect. But I didn't have the chance to really meet any black people until I was 25 and in a vehicle accident in Memphis TN and I ended up in an 18 bed ward with 17 other women who were black. My closest bed mate to the right of me was Faye. She was my age with a daughter the same age as Jules (4), who I missed terribly. She had the same kind of pelvis injury that I did from a car wreck but she also had a broken and ripped up ankle. We were both in traction. I had no family there but she had lots of family visiting every day and they were all extra kind to me. The nurses were nearly all black too. I was thrown into a world of Blacks, all black all the time. Except for my 2 surgeons. In my mind I called them Starsky and Hutch (this was in 1975). One was dark haired and the other was blond. And one white nurse, who was very abrupt and cold. My PT guy was black and I had a crush on him. He had some kind of Island/Jamaican accent and was fun. I was in that hospital for a few months.
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Women's group this morning and then later my music lesson. I haven't been there for 2 weeks so you would assume that I would be twice as good since I've practiced the lesson for 2 weeks instead of just one. But I'm not. Still need to try and practice-up some more today. Chattanooga Choo Choo, Three Little Birds and It's a Small World.