"... they believe in dreams and all they mean..."

I remember a coupla images from dreams, this morning...

My lacrosse balls (those heavy round colourful things I'm always juggling) had somehow acquired these big cavities on the inside... the rubber was chipping away from the inside out.

There was a battlefield with a medieval-ish battle going on, with two armies more or less entrenched on either side of it, but next to it was a long, modern building with one above-ground story and a basement. People were riding horses, and not everybody on Our Side could be trusted... and I was very young. And I'm in this building, and sitting on one side of a door at the bottom of a staircase, feeling very alone and wondering if I should go through (into the basement area), and I'm looking at this sword with a wide, multicoloured hilt. Eventually I opt to go through the door, and on the other side, there's a guy (nominally on Our Side, but not particularly friendly) who thinks it's great (for some reason very detrimental to me) that I went through the door... and then there was a diagram with a horse, and the horse gets scratched out, in red.

And in the waking world, today I got up, lifted, went to classes, and then skated over to the Episcopal church on North for the Tuesday night ecumenical service and then back over to the Wesley Center for a meeting. It's great, skating around through the city... I'm getting much more confident about this -- hills and traffic aren't quite as terrifying as they had been before.

... and I graded. And now I'm going to sleep.

Happy October!

It's been absolutely lovely outside, today :)

At the beginning of recitation, I realized that I hadn't brought the tests to class, so I jogged back to my room to pick them up -- and it was super-pleasant. It feels like cross-country season -- it's time to put some miles on the running shoes. Skies were blue, little nip to the air, lovely cool breeze...

This afternoon, I was hanging around outside, and I heard bagpipes. Very clearly... somebody playing the pipes, and doing a pretty good job of it -- I almost always approve of people playing pipes. I went looking for whoever was doing this, and standing underneath the trees at the edge of the Burger Bowl, was a guy standing and ... well, playing the pipes. I sat on a rock and listened for a while.

I also called home and spoke to the Maternal Unit and Natalie... and apparently the younger sister is going to be in the highschool's production of Little Shop of Horrors. Maclay Company is now a completely different thing from what it had been, a coupla years ago... first Jesus Christ Superstar and now this. What's the world coming to? Musicals, I suppose.

This afternoon, after speaking with my mother and hearing about how she'd run into Coach Gary and chatted with him about running and how he managed to get it into my life, and, indirectly, into hers, and thinking about how lovely it was outside today, I tried to get Tim and Marty to go and do some miles with me... but they were busy, so I ended up going with Running Wreck ... which I'd been meaning to do for a while. I think this time, I'll stick with it.

They (or more specifically Chris, the de facto president) said that they were going gently today, and I kept with them for about 25 minutes, at which point I thought it might be best to turn off and head back towards campus (we'd headed out southwest of campus, to the Georgia Dome) so I could make the LUG meeting, and because I was hurting. But it was glorious... felt super-good. As I was coming back through Centennial Olympic Park, they were playing the Chariots of Fire song, and I was just glad to be outside, running. COP is generally pretty good for that sort of feeling -- it makes you want to believe in human dignity and the UN and pay more attention to the European track circuit and watch more soccer. Not much else to say about that.

And then I went to the LUG meeting, and then we discovered that Chinese Buddha delivers, and pretty soon, I'm going to do laundry and likely some homework too.

... and that, as they say, was that.