Whiter shade
Feb. 25th, 2023 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivervoxCold today but I walked out a Leverett Pond and listened to LeVar. Wonderful to have his voice back in my mind. It was icy so I mostly stayed on the paved paths. It felt good to breathe the cold air and look out at the snowy woods. If only it would continue.
We took the day off yesterday. I got some tasks done in the morning and then we went out to visit Orchard House. It was an amazing experience. We went to the school building/barn first for a introductory film and into the house. It was cool being in the 17th c. building which is well-preserved and furnished as if the family just stepped away. When we went upstairs to Louisa's bedroom, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Such a powerful space. The tiny desk where she sat and wrote. Owls surrounding her. It was only the three of us plus the guide.Her hair combs, her books, her carpet bag and sewing things. I think part of it was that it's both the author's space and the space of the imagination of the of her stories. Not just in Lou's room, but to see that box of costumes. Downstairs we saw Alcott's parlor, where he taught and hung out with Emerson and Thoreau. Again, the room so well preserved that you felt the presence of the past. Emerson was here. I was too.
I think this kind of experience crosses over a threshold for me between fiction and fact. Yeah, it's cool to visit Paul Revere's house, but he doesn't live in my mind like the March family. It's similar to the Downtown Abbey exhibit. To visit an imaginary place, familiar in my mind, made real is a different kind of uncanny valley.
We got some snacks, drove out to Walden and then home for dinner. Books, bed. Today the young Miss has a party. I have some yoga and reading to do. I'm glad we took the day because it does feel more relaxing, like I already too the edge off. If only I could get over the fear of Monday AM.
We took the day off yesterday. I got some tasks done in the morning and then we went out to visit Orchard House. It was an amazing experience. We went to the school building/barn first for a introductory film and into the house. It was cool being in the 17th c. building which is well-preserved and furnished as if the family just stepped away. When we went upstairs to Louisa's bedroom, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Such a powerful space. The tiny desk where she sat and wrote. Owls surrounding her. It was only the three of us plus the guide.Her hair combs, her books, her carpet bag and sewing things. I think part of it was that it's both the author's space and the space of the imagination of the of her stories. Not just in Lou's room, but to see that box of costumes. Downstairs we saw Alcott's parlor, where he taught and hung out with Emerson and Thoreau. Again, the room so well preserved that you felt the presence of the past. Emerson was here. I was too.
I think this kind of experience crosses over a threshold for me between fiction and fact. Yeah, it's cool to visit Paul Revere's house, but he doesn't live in my mind like the March family. It's similar to the Downtown Abbey exhibit. To visit an imaginary place, familiar in my mind, made real is a different kind of uncanny valley.
We got some snacks, drove out to Walden and then home for dinner. Books, bed. Today the young Miss has a party. I have some yoga and reading to do. I'm glad we took the day because it does feel more relaxing, like I already too the edge off. If only I could get over the fear of Monday AM.
