I have managed to make a little bit of progress today on The Paper. It's not sensational - either the contents or the progress - but at least I got something done. Early on today it didn't look as though I'd get anywhere with it. The blogging does help somewhat - helps me keep track of trains of thought that would otherwise just get missing in the general fog around my topic.
Had an e-mail today from an ex who's now in Beirut. I was thinking about him only last night and mentioned something he'd said about a particular place in France being a good place to develop a depression. (Bud and I had passed through the area last summer and I was impressed with how beautiful it was). Anyway, I mentioned this remark to Bud and later, as I was about to fall asleep, I was going to pass on some other bit of info about the ex in Beirut when I thought the better of it - don't want to overdo things - and fell asleep.
This morning, there was a short e-mail from Beirut (we've been in touch for a few weeks now, ever since I tracked down his e-mail in an idle moment on google). He said that the phone had rung three times the previous night and he'd heard my voice at the end of the line saying 'hello, hello' but I hadn't been able to hear him. Did this really happen or was he hallucinating was the question. He was hallucinating. I didn't ring, haven't rung him for years. So I told him I'd mentioned him around 1am his time. Maybe he picked up the thoughtwave.
Just occurs to me that that phone might be ringing again in his head as I write this....
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