Early December is always strangely dense, a bit one-thing-after-another, though some of those things are subterranean rather than evident out in the world: World AIDS Day is on the first; and I tend to remember, not always on the day but sometimes the next day, that Reid died of AIDS on December 2, 1983; then the end of the semester, my birthday, and right after my birthday (which is today, but I'm already mindful of the next step) I realize I'm not ready for the holidays, and must mail things abroad and decide whether to go anywhere. By which time it's a bit late for the mails of course but it's impossible to make holiday plans before my birthday.
Yesterday, in analysis in John's comfortably warm top-floor study, as his very sweet, large white husky lay across the stairs, he suddenly burst out with: 'Truly Madly Deeply'! - a film I'd heard of but never seen. Which was an odd reference on his part as I don't recall mentioning Reid at all in our session; it somehow related to our discussion of a rather intricate dream of mine about a cellist playing a dreadful concert because his health is disintegrating and he's increasingly crippled, and I try to comfort him afterwards. Yes, I get it, they're both me, and the references are pretty obvious.
So, I'm watching a dub of Truly Madly Deeply; which reminded me of Just Like Heaven, another film I was curious about.
I wonder if Reid would be pleased that I still remember him, including the date – it's one of the few dates I ever can remember without looking them up. Or, of course, as in the film, he'd be annoyed that I hadn't gotten on with things a bit more.
In any case: a meeting this afternoon; then, as my birthday will be waning, I should start to plan a Christmas package for my niece Anne, as I drew her name this year... and will continue to wonder whether I'm going anywhere for Christmas.
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