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Bluebell of Trill
Mar. 22nd, 2026 08:09 pmThis morning, I realized that it's been days since I saw frost or snow when I looked out the window. First thing in the morning, the air was mild as it was yesterday, but as the day went on, the temperature fell and the day became gloomy and chill. Nevertheless, the first daffodil has bloomed, and a golden star shines against the still-dark earth in my back yard.
I was awake too much last night, and when I was asleep, my dreams were too complicated. The last bit that I remember involved staying at some kind of rustic camp, where when it was finally my turn to take a shower, I discovered I didn't have any soap. There was also a wizard, whose daughter entered the room and said to him rather acerbically, "All right, you can fly, but you still have cancer, don't you?" I don't think this was meant as a commentary on actual disease, but perhaps on the fact that having a cosmic imagination doesn't prevent one from being pulled earthward by struggling, Laocoon-like, with the coils of one's own mind. This was borne out by my spending much of the day in a tizzy due to contemplating an unexpected trip to Chicago. We have spoken with the Philosopher and established what they basically need, and it is easier than we originally thought. He is starting a new job. He won't have to be there in person every day, but Monday is his first day, so he has to go in and get oriented, and Tuesday there are meetings scheduled. Young Aquinas has been on half-days at his day care while his father was more available, and now he has to go back to full days. They prefer to make changes at the first of the month, so that leaves two days when he'll need afternoon care, which we can provide. So the Sparrowhawk will not have to get up early every day.
We have reservations at a bed and breakfast, and tickets on the South Shore Line, which goes to downtown Chicago from South Bend, Indiana, and thus will involve some driving time to get to South Bend. Yeah, don't ask me--there is no really simple way to get to Chicago that doesn't involve the Dan Ryan. Driving is straightforward but stressful. All less stressful ways are weirdly complicated, partly due to stingy AmTrak schedules and routes. But I won't rant about the downfall of the railways, even though it's a topic that merits my indignation. I feel calmer now that we have a schedule.
I was awake too much last night, and when I was asleep, my dreams were too complicated. The last bit that I remember involved staying at some kind of rustic camp, where when it was finally my turn to take a shower, I discovered I didn't have any soap. There was also a wizard, whose daughter entered the room and said to him rather acerbically, "All right, you can fly, but you still have cancer, don't you?" I don't think this was meant as a commentary on actual disease, but perhaps on the fact that having a cosmic imagination doesn't prevent one from being pulled earthward by struggling, Laocoon-like, with the coils of one's own mind. This was borne out by my spending much of the day in a tizzy due to contemplating an unexpected trip to Chicago. We have spoken with the Philosopher and established what they basically need, and it is easier than we originally thought. He is starting a new job. He won't have to be there in person every day, but Monday is his first day, so he has to go in and get oriented, and Tuesday there are meetings scheduled. Young Aquinas has been on half-days at his day care while his father was more available, and now he has to go back to full days. They prefer to make changes at the first of the month, so that leaves two days when he'll need afternoon care, which we can provide. So the Sparrowhawk will not have to get up early every day.
We have reservations at a bed and breakfast, and tickets on the South Shore Line, which goes to downtown Chicago from South Bend, Indiana, and thus will involve some driving time to get to South Bend. Yeah, don't ask me--there is no really simple way to get to Chicago that doesn't involve the Dan Ryan. Driving is straightforward but stressful. All less stressful ways are weirdly complicated, partly due to stingy AmTrak schedules and routes. But I won't rant about the downfall of the railways, even though it's a topic that merits my indignation. I feel calmer now that we have a schedule.
