dream theater

I was flying home from Philadelphia with my parents and my two children, a boy of about four who reminded me quite a lot of my brother at that age in ways that made sense only in the dream, and a baby girl. (Their father, Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film, was neither there nor commented upon.) We had been at various museums looking at different reproductions of Rodin's Le Penseur, of which I guess there's one in Philly, but this was a thing about slightly different poses and different materials and other things having nothing to do with that sculpture in real life.

Anyway, then we were flying back to Cleveland, and we were advised that there was a biggish storm in the way and we might not be able to get there, and I remember telling my parents, seated behind me, if we had to land we could rent a car and drive home, but we'd have to also rent two car seats. Somehow the storm that would be stopping the plane flying wouldn't make the roads that hazardous, I guess. Meanwhile, the boy child, mysteriously in the seat in front of me rather than, you know, supervised by an adult, was having a long conversation on my father's cell phone, which somehow in the dream worked fine from the airplane but air-to-ground minutes were very expensive and I wanted to be sure my father knew and was okay with this.

Then somehow we were in a car or a train or some other form of ground transportation, and I don't remember what led up to this, but someone was talking about having been in a lot of rooms of irregular shape, and I opened a door and it was a room full of live chickens, packed in side by side by side from one wall to the other, in rows facing each other, all of them pecking at grain in a feeding trough -- chickens like pigs, in other words, but they couldn't get away when they were done, obviously, and I burst into tears and shut the door and knew that if one of the chickens died it would be held up by the ones on either side of it, and the next room was ... rabbits or puppies, I don't remember which, something small and furry and similarly crowded, and I couldn't stand it. And the person who had been telling me about all this -- which in the dream I knew was thalia's husband, for which I have no explanation, as in life I think I may have met him twice -- was saying he had warned me and I shouldn't blame him for ... I'm not sure what. For what I'd seen? For how it had upset me? It's not clear what I wasn't to blame him for, but I protested that I wasn't upset with him at all, though as I said this through hiccuping sobs I was obviously, you know, upset.

Which, conveniently enough, was when I woke up, so it's definitely going to be a great day.

day of jubilee

Senate Confirms Sonia Sotomayor for Supreme Court

You know, for years I've wished my "jubilant" mood icon had Toby Ziegler opening a bottle of champagne. I may now finally be motivated to try to make that happen. :-)

yay update yay

Blocks in complete afghan: 55
Blocks completed as of this evening: 51 (which you'd think would be 92.7272727...%)
Actual percent of work done: 91.6666666... I AM OVER NINETY PERCENT OMFG THANK GOD
Target date: August 17
Today's date: August 6
Days remaining: 11, less a few for shipping
Blocks remaining: 4
Blocks per day to stay on target given 11 days: a little more than a third of a block; blocks are of different sizes, etc., as I've been saying*
Blocks per day to stay on target given, say, 4 days: one block, assuming can work on the thing every day etc. -- I won't be doing a whole block every day for the next four days, but it's not going to take seven days to ship, either, so, you know.

Three rectangles and a large square and I've been weaving in the ends and trimming as I go which means when I'm done with the last square I am done, you guys, I'm going to have a major knitting project done on time, I can taste the victory and I don't quite know how to handle it, I feel like a Democrat running for federal elected office.

extra bonus

I'm getting comment notifications from LJ like six or seven hours late, so until they get that back together every time I look at my own journal and there's a new comment in there it's a happy surprise. [beaming]

Um. I may have had a full evening of knitting and weaving-in and trimming-off and be badly in need of sleep by now.