Before
September 8, 2011
I was just hit with this massive wave of reverie. It was a physical feeling, and I didn’t mind it but I couldn’t really grab onto what I was having feelings for or about. Then I thought of a macrame owl I made in art class in catholic school. Our art classes were not really very arty, and I got mostly C’s because imagination was not invited and I was crabby about following rules and drawing still lifes. But I made this owl and then my Mom had it hanging on the side porch of our house for years and years and years. It looked like this, even though this is just a macrame owl I took off the internet.
I actually think I have blogged about this owl before and maybe even posted a picture of an internet macrame owl then too. Or am I simply having deja vu alongside my reverie? But why? Why is this macrame owl important? Perhaps because it was displayed prominently for years? Perhaps it represented something to me. Something about art and making?
There isn’t much on the internet about the school I went to because it closed. I was in the last class to graduate, 1987 that was. This is a picture I found online. It is the school’s sign with one of our polyester uniform blazers hanging on it. I wore that polyester blazer with a turtleneck and a polyester (and eventually wool) kilt for years. Turtlenecks in every color and also ones with whales on them.
There is an office that has all of the records of everyone who went to the school, and it is run by women named Patricia Mccarthy, Patricia Corley, and Mary Patricia Flattery who I think may have been nuns at the school and are probably very Irish and rather old. They were very nice when I called for a transcript last year which made me miss some of my favorites like Sister Francis in the second grade at Blessed Sacrament School.
Speaking of, I loved that movie Household Saints so much. When I saw Lily Taylor at the bread freezer in the Cobble Hill Health Food Store I really wish I hadn’t frozen and instead told her how amazing she was in that movie.
And also in Dogfight with River Phoenix, she was so great in that.
I wonder what I was having reverie about before. I think maybe just the past in general. Like how just now I smelled fall and heard leaves and running around in the backyard in a coat over the catholic school uniform.
Aging is intense. Memory is fascinating.
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