I woke up middle of the night without the usual heaviness on my right arm. i slowly moved my fingers. They’re here alright, although i couldn’t tell where my right hand was. moving some more confirmed that my right hand was resting flat on my belly. my right hand was moving freely again.
fearing the disappointment of finding out that this was just a dream, i forced myself awake, once in a while moving my hand to make sure that i can still do it. after a couple of hours i fell asleep again. I woke up again and found my right hand very stiff again.
this is the morning glory vine that charles planted at t window by my side of the bed. it’s already got two flowers since he planted it a month ago. pretty eh?
There was one time when one of my sisters, Ate Julie, when I was about 10 or 11 and she in college, was obsessed with the movie "Fame", Irene Cara, and her song "Out Here on My Own". I was still in elementary school then and have not heard of the movie until she told me about it. She had a radio with her and she turned the station dial relentlessly until she found a station that played the song. What was memorable about it was that before then, I never saw her passionate and excited about anything at all. She's always kept to herself. I never saw her reveal so much of herself after that, either.
Satisfied on finding and hearing the song at that moment, she let me in on a something even more precious to her: she said much as she loved the song, there was another in the same movie that she loved even more. I remember her trying afterwards to play down how much she loved it, which only made it obvious that she did. She had a girly crush and she told me about it!
Today, as everyone in the family has their heart and mind with her, I looked up the song and found the video, above, which appears to have been filmed a couple of blocks from where I first lived in New York.
