Easter - The Lyorn's Den
Tue Apr. 10th, 2007
06:23 pm - Easter
I am still in need of a vacation, though not quite as much as I was before the Easter holidays.
My jetlag, carefully encouraged by me, lingers, so I can still get up early, but, of course, am bone-tired at times that feel, to me, like the middle of the evening. I am awake during the days, but need to catch up on sleep in chunks.
Tiassa arrived Friday afternoon, after spending roughly three hours driving and four hours twiddling her thumbs in various traffic jams. I do not remember anything about Friday evening except that I made pizza, so I guess we were hanging out and I was reading some of my new stories to her, while she was, most likely, drawing. I think we went to bed early. It disturbs me that I do not remember more.
Saturday we went grocery shopping, so my fridge, pantry and tea cupboard could recover from my absence. The cats acted weird and I put the Big Cat on pain meds again. Poor old cat. I had invited a bunch of people for a "I'm back!" party, and hardly anyone had time, which still meant about ten guests. I showed the photographs I'd taken in Tenerife and in California, and we ate a lot of chocolate mousse.
Sunday was strange, because both Tiassa and I were up early and felt as disoriented as bats in daylight and didn't know what to do with the long hours until dusk. We managed somehow, though. Mrs Smith, cyrna and her husband, and Ami the Arcist showed up in the course of the afternoon, and after sundown we played a short "Deadlands: The Weird West" story. I was afraid all the time (or every time someone laughed) that the Psycho Neighbour would show up again and raise a fuss. I'm neurotic, I guess. At least the cats seemed to be better.
On Monday, Tiassa wanted to meet some friends over in N., and I wanted to get out, so I got on my bike and drove into the countryside for a walk that my guidebook had labelled "hard", and which I had not dared to try last spring for that reason. It was not hard, but the really easy parts were very crowded, and got me musing about the strangeness of humanity. Not that I'm a stranger to stressful, sulky family outings where everyone seems to wait only for an excuse to yell at the others, or cry, or sulk, or rant, but seeing them from an outsider's perspective I am mostly baffled by the immense wastefulness. So much bother and so much expectation, just to go to some pretty place at a perfect sunny spring day, and then be unhappy and aggressive about it. Of course, people doing so were a minority, but a noisy one. There were also groups of people arguing loudly about things of incomparable triviality (they must lack an LJ account), or walking grimly and speedily along narrow, but flat and smooth paths with the aid of two walking sticks, a face as if doing penance, and utter disregard for anyone else who might be using the same path. Milliards of years until the universe created heavy atoms, milliards of years until life formed on Earth, two milliards more of evolution, thousands of years of human culture and inventiveness, so people can drive out into the countryside on Easter and talk about the merits of diverse plastic bags. Truly, the world is mind-boggling.
The harder parts of the route were less crowded and not quite as pretty, but a lot more fun, and near the end of the walk the trail led down through a canyon between limestone cliffs, which was amazing and made me wish for the camera I had been too lazy to take. I also enjoyed being in a place where I didn't have to worry about poisonous plants, spiders or snakes, or hungry mountain lions. But I missed the wilderness.
On the route back home, I ended up in a traffic jam. There's always a traffic jam on holiday afternoons on that road, I always try to avoid it by taking the back roads, and always end up lost and much further east than I intended. This time I was tenacious and found out why this happened: Two of the roads that lead west have been closed, and the seemingly nearest approximations just wind and curve and end up taking you either north (back into the traffic jam) or east. I found the one road which actually leads south and then west, if in a wide loop. Next time I'll brave the traffic jam for another kilometre and take the right back road from the beginning. Or think of something else.
I came home around 8 pm. Tiassa was still out, and I felt completely done in, even more so after a hot shower and some sugary sweets, so I went to bed. Tiassa arrived at 1 am and barely made it to the couch before she was fast asleep. Sleeping the holidays away is frustrating, but, it seems, occasionally necessary.
Today, we had breakfast together, then she had to catch a train and I had to go to work. I also broke my go-home-resolution of giving up coffee. I blame yesterday's sunshine.
At some time during the Easter weekend I read Carol Berg's "Daughter of Ancients", which was better than "The Soul Weaver" (the previous book of the "Bridge D'Arnath" cycle), because no one needed to act more clueless than they were for the plot to work.
I need to write a nice, long post about books again.