Catch up time...
Had a strange but interesting dream last night (night before? something like that...) I was in someone else's body (a young Latino male, I think, or something similar) at a beach somewhere I didn't recognise: very pale yellow sand, very broad, the horizon very low and flat, hot sun, no breeze, cloudless bleached out sky. The tide was coming in, slowly, and the spit of sand I stood on was growing smaller. In front of me was a shallow river, cutting across the beach, and to be safe I needed to get over to the sand on the other side. A friend/peer waved to me from the other side, encouraging me to wade through the river - which was only mid-thigh deep in the middle - and came out to meet me, pointing upstream and telling me to go and take a look at the whirlpool but be careful not to get to close. Looking in that direction I saw a little vortex forming, quickly growing larger - but it looked odd. I went closer - to find that it had opened up a 'hole' in the centre, and looking down through it there was another beach with another stream, about twenty feet or so below the level of the river-bed I stood on. The water from the upper stream seemed to flow down and under the 'hole' in the riverbed and (I assume) along the 'ceiling' of the lower level. If that makes sense...
The image probably came from my recently mentally exploring sculpting with water (a Mazc/Triptith tech I'm developing for Haadri) - but it was very pretty, and really quite surreal. And nice, for once: my dreams just recently have been more like nightmares (Kai being kidnapped, Ken drowning... [shudder] Probably part of the reason I'm sleeping so badly at the moment...)
ANYway - it was fun! Not sure if I could draw it: it's more the sort of thing that would need to be animated to get the full effect across, and I don't have the time or expertise. Maybe in the future...
Kai had a day off school today, something to do with the school's becoming an academy. I keep meaning to ask him for more details but something always interrupts. He rather enjoyed the mini-hol: had arranged to meet Frodo and cycle down to Nightingale Valley. I walked him round to Frodo's house, then headed off to pick up some more shopping (found freezable guinea fowl at half price - £2.99 - in Sainsbug, so picked one up for one of the Yuletide dinners. We're doing rather well for unusual/unfamiliar meals this year!) I'd invited Frodo back for lunch, didn't expect to see the sprogs until gone twelve, so it was a bit of a surprise when Kai answered the door when I arrived back. Apparently Frodo had had a sudden weird freezing of the toes and was unable to walk or cycle properly, so they'd come back here. Was OK though: they watched Hellboy, had Kai's mum's famous tortillas and a big pain au chocolat each for lunch, then, all recovered, headed back to the Valley. Seems they had a terrific time - except that Frodo let Kai ride his bike (which is a decent size and has gears) and now Kai really really really really wants one like it (in fact he was offering to buy Frodo's...) I'm going to have to ask the grandparents what they plan for his Yule money this year and see if there's any way we can manage it for him. His old one really is too small for him.
Tonight we're half-watching Children in Need. I've drooled over John Barrowman singing one of my favourite Elton John songs (Your Song) from his latest album Another Side (gorgeous voice, and I like a lot of these songs: will add the CD to the list of 'wants some time'): we've all chuckled over the mini Dr Who special Time Crash: and Kai has sung along to the Eastenders do the Beatles (all in glorious psychedelic colour, and I described one of my favourite outfits when I was a youngster back when dinosaurs ruled the earth: a brilliant peacock blue silky shiny shirt with a rich purple corduroy full skirt and matching waistcoat (see, I didn't always wear black!) with a pair of black velvet shoes very similar to these but with just one strap over the instep. (Gods I loved those shoes. Wore them until they fell to pieces...) Although that was actually at the very end of the brightly coloured decades. I missed the Swinging Sixties. Probably a good thing... Where was I? Oh yes.)
Heh, runaway sentence syndrome [grin].
In a little while I'll be getting back to Heart (and on that subject, there'll be a small update on the Haadriblog shortly.)

Labels: bike, nostalgia, sprogs