One door closes and another window smashes

Well, well. What an interesting night. I dreamt of spiders--this, probably in part to watching Harry and Ron escaping Aragog's "friends" on video last night, and a lovely little Cure tune called Lullaby.



In this song, Mr. Spiderman is ready to nibble on Mr. Smith as he tries to sleep. That dark sensibility captured the feeling I got as I walked past my old aparment building. I stood up and looked at 6B's window on my walk down to the 69th St. Pier. I lived there when I rode the Mill Basin streets with Peter DeVena, who introduced me to Disintegration. It was dark in a scary sort of way (the apartment, not the record). How long it took me to escape. Still, that was the music that covered my days before I met my first love, so my subconscious is telling me something. He has truly left me. I must be "digging" and "chewing" on something internally for me to revisit this music and imagery so many years afterwards. Funny, too--I moved into my present apartment and spiders were there to greet me in the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom. My Chinese coach told me that is proof of impending good luck. So, what was that other "spidery" feeling back then? I've got more "chewing" to do...



As for the windows, Mr. Repairman was late today (I wanted to sick Aragog on him), but the window has been fitted. The glass has also completely smashed. The pane now sits in a complete half-sickle shape, cut across one-third of the top. I'm surprised there was no blood as the glass almost popped out and fell on his arm this afternoon. It measures 27 1/4 by 32 inches. New glass will arrive, and then it's A/C time.



More diabetic cat adventures this weekend, but BJ the Kitty Girl will be ok. I think this, kiddies (kitties? ha ha), will be the night I see Van Helsing. Given my broken glass, nightmares, and spiders, I think a few vampires and werewolves would clear my head once and for all.



Or, I'll wake up screaming like a banshee.



We'll see...