Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020. 2:03 AM.
Eileen means Light
According to “Names For Boys & Girls” -Mead Johnson Nutritionals.
I went to bed and lay there without even a sheet covering me on this warm June 22-23, 2020 night.
I was imagining writing to Eileen, my girlfriend in 1974 for 3-and-a-half months
From May to August –“The Summer of ‘74”
I began calling it that after seeing the movie, “The Summer of ’42.”
I miss her so much that I began imagining her in my apartment.
The first time ever I saw her, my imaginary literary wife, she was sitting in a chair, a Posturepedic desk chair about 8 feet away from my green rocking chair.
There is a window between the two chairs that looks out to the porch and to the sky facing North, where Blackstone, Massachusetts is beyond the horizon of green trees in the summertime and leafless trees in the wintertime.
She was sitting in the chair with a bowl in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand.
Soon thereafter, I began thinking of her as Eileen . . . and then Eileen Angelica, and “my imaginary literary wife.”
At first, I imagined there was soup in the bowl; but something changed my mind.
On May 27th, the real Eileen called me — for the first time in decades. We talked for about 15 minutes on the phone. She mentioned a friend named Meghan whom she had ice cream with, sometimes.
So, I decided that Eileen Angelica was eating ice cream – and not soup — in her bowl.
She did not notice me. I did not speak. I just let her be.
As I was in bed this evening of June 22-23, thinking about Eileen again, I imagined things developing a bit further concerning Eileen Angelica.
She left notes for me on a pad in the pantry. The first note was simply:
Ice cream, please.
So, I bought a half-gallon of ice cream and put it in the freezer.
Then I was imagining seeing her again sitting in the Posturepedic chair silently enjoying her ice cream.
And as I sat in the green rocker, I closed my eyes and thanked God that Eileen Angelica was here with me in the Spirit. And then, I imagined being at her feet. I brought a pan of clean cool water and placed it at her feet. I lifted her right foot ever so lovingly and gently and placed it in the cool water and bathed it with my hands and the soap. And then, I dried her foot with a clean towel ever-so-lovingly and thankfully. And then, did the same with Eileen Angelica’s left foot. And then, I took the pan away and returned to my chair.
I felt called upon as I was having these thoughts, to rise from my bed, and turn on my computer and write these thoughts down to share with others.
As I walked to my computer in the darkness, a Scripture came to mind that should be included in this writing:
Psalm 45:1. NIV.
“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.”
Above this beginning verse of Psalm 45 is written:
“For the director of music. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of the sons of Korah. A maskil. A wedding song.”
A song came to mind as I turned on the computer; so, before beginning to write the above words, I listened to this music by Carly Simon:
“That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be (Lyrics) Carly Simon”