October 17, 2005

Dreamed of visiting our old cottage near Sackville, N.B.; Father tearing down the cottage's walls, revealing no foundation; finding out that British artist Francis Bacon (whom I heard Sister Wendy discussing in her history of painting) was affected by the years he spent in Ghana(?) and a poltergeist he witnessed in Sackville's Central School(!).

Finished reading Something Wicked This Way Comes.  Very impressive.

Went shopping.

Moira returned from Kingston.

Dinner was roast chicken.

Started reading a paperback reprint of Dick Tracy's pursuit of the Nazi spy Pruneface.  The latter's development of a mass-murder weapon brings today's terrorists to mind.

My choir had the dress rehearsal for Friday's concert.