Quarantine - Day 25

Ella on her skates

Today it snowed. The picture is not from today. It’s from the day before yesterday right around the time that Ella said, “I love the summer!” And I reminded her that sometimes in Chicago it snows in April. Then it snowed in April. The wind blew as well. It blew the lid off the roof hatch next door and sent it down to our breezeway. It blew part of the fence down at Nana’s house in Vincennes. As Guy Clark would say, it was a wind that could blow the tattoo off your arm. Snow and wind and cold, then the sunshine came back out like it was playing a prank.

Last night I dreamed that I went to a restaurant down the street that each night at the end of its dinner service would change its decor and menu so that you would think it was an Italian restaurant one day, then the next day it would be a Szechuan place, then the next a taqueria. In the dream, I stay past closing time and find out it isn’t really a restaurant at all, it’s a criminal front of some sort and the cooks really can’t cook, and the waitstaff are merely pretending to wait on you. I learned long ago that dreams don’t have to mean anything, and I take comfort in this thought.

Today much was accomplished of possibly little importance. Everyone was busy. Ella was busy doing math, Abi was busy with remote learning and meetings. Laura and I were busy with our business emailing emails and putting up content. But we are a sailing ship in search of wind. We are busy staying in the same place. The wind is blowing, but we can’t feel it much. The sun is shining and the snow is falling except when it is summer like it will possibly be once again tomorrow.