Thought about how describing a dream immediately shows up its symbolic value—“I was ineptly taking part in a production of his and he did not give me any help …”—and realized (over again?) that that is what writing does: an incident, once it is described, has more than its own value, as the language refers symbolically to a great deal more.
Plan: they talk about putting some old-growth forest in the back corner of the yard.
“I did happen to notice the crescent moon and was charmed by it.”
(father in letter)
“(May we move to first names?)”
(C.P. in letter)
For lunch—a huge potato and a glass of milk.