I had some great dreams. The best one involved my dear friend JHM and Keith Richards. We were in some city that was a combination of West Los Angeles (kind of near the Mormon Temple) and Paris (rue Moufftard or Montmartre). I don't know how we ended up with Keith, but we all got along famously, had an uproarious time, I asked him some indiscreet questions about Robert Frank's film, Cocksucker Blues, and general heroin usage. Keith and I sat cozily on the couch, not sexual, and as I left he or his assistant (there were plenty of nubile young things with long hair and tight clothes around), he gave me a pair of fantastic earrings, large chunks of lapis lazuli (a favorite of mine) and silver. He used to wear them himself or so I was told. He was about to sell them (eBay?) but gave them to me instead.
My esprit d'escalier was thinking I should have asked him about Jo Bergman, who I actually do know. Jo is this amazing woman who was the tour manager for the Stones during some of their craziest times.
On the negative side, I think I dreamt that I took Cooder to the vet and that she had stomach cancer, which is what Miep had.
|Emmylou enjoying an afternoon nap on the screened-in porch.|
Okay. Feelin' sleepy. Worked on kids research project which is just about ready to deliver to client. Go, Iris! And Louise and I worked on polishing the gem that is Monsterwood, then Louise submitted it to a screenwriting contest. We don't expect to win, but it means something that we are putting it out there now.
I took Albert to the reservoir for a walkie, pictures at the bottom, made tacos for dinner, and did some more planting of seeds. I feel I have a nursery. Any one local should let me know it they are interested in some morning glory plants as I expect to have many.