I wanted to be her so bad.

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A List of Things I Meant Note in Charley and Edie Harper’s House (But Didn’t)

1. What radio station the little boombox was tuned to in Charley’s studio. 
2. What books had bookmarks in them and where. And why.
3. What they kept on their bedside tables.
4. What the ceilings were made of. How they cleaned the tops of their windows.
5. Where Edie preferred to sit: outside or in; upstairs or down.

A List of Things I Did Note

1. The bits of shell and rock and wood collected in a planter near the doorway.
2. The rubber waders and fishing net, empty and unused, leaned up against the rear of the house.
3. The plants and tools resting on a wooden shelf out back, tools for poking in the dirt, excavating.
4. The look on Edie’s face in her portrait hung next to Charley’s in the downstairs gallery: knowing, confident, appreciating, discerning.
5. The glass ornaments strung from every window: ladybugs, birds.
6. The lids to ice cream pots used by Charley for paint palettes.
7. The sketches of cardinals on tracing paper pinned to the underside of his shelves.
8. The cushioned bench next to the window within arm’s reach of the desk in the studio; how easy the window looked to open and let the breeze in.
9. The low branches visible just outside, good for watching how birds flew, and perched, and landed.
10. The framed reminder above the stairs to his studio basement: “Be Sloppy.” (It was J who pointed out the one below it, the one we presumed was Edie’s reminder: “You Are.”)

(From this. Predictably.)

Kevin is right, as usual. My teen agrees.

It was almost like a grand public art project, or a new kind of spirituality. A cheerful, willing confrontation of the self.

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I’M AFRAID OF AMERICANS
I’M AFRAID OF THE WORLD

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