Indiana On A Thursday Night?

.....I'm at the Indianapolis Airport after a rather interesting night. The Indiana DOT, who seem to be making it a career to redo all the roads in and around Bloomington, were staying at the Days Inn where I was located. At least some of them were. For some reason, Thursday night was 'Party Night'. And, boy, do they know how to party!!! The music was going past midnight.

.....Apparently that was not enough of a thrill for them. Around about 1AM I get a knock at the door. I am rather groggy with sleep at the moment so I ignore it. A minute or two later there is another set of knocks, louder and more insistent this time. I'm all set to ignore it again, thinking of the partying DOT folks, but all of a sudden start thinking 'What if something happened at home and someone is trying to get a hold of me?' This woke me up completely and I hop out of bed and run to the door, forgetting my lack of attire. Thankfully, I remember this just as I'm swinging open the door.

.....Of course, the intelligent person would have looked through the peep hole first and determined the security level. Me? Naw. The door swings open and I stand behind it for the most part.

.....What do I see? A lady all dressed up as if running to a party. I blink for a second and say, 'Yes?'. To which she replies, 'My name is Venessa and you were...looking for someone?' I blink a minute or so before I say, 'I think you have the wrong room'. She scrambles for a piece of paper in her pocket and discovers she wanted Room 115, not 113. At least she made it close.

.....When I left the hotel at 3AM, they were still having a good time as I could hear it rather clearly through the walls. I think that next time I travel to Bloomington, I'll go down the street to the Holliday Inn Express. :-)

.....Mmmmm, Starbucks! On a plane for an hour to Chicago. Then the long four and a half hour slog to Seattle. But I did manage to score an Exit Aisle again. Sweet! I'll be able to stretch out.

.....I finally figured out why people pay so much for Eddie Bauer shirts. Other than the brand name of course. TBT and I found one at the good will last weekend. A linen shirt. It is amazingly comfortable and soft. I wore it earlier this week and washed it so I could wear it on the plane for the ride home. I wouldn't pay $35 or more for it. But the $5 price tag was nice. I'm going to have to haunt the Goodwill on a regular basis to look for more of them.

.....The Western Pelican Meeting was cancelled last night for a number of reasons. I think we'll be O.K. But it is good information to use for next year's planning. June is not a good month for meetings. After surviving June Faire, I fully agree! :-)

.....Last time I ran through Chicago, the WiFi was not free. So I may not post there. But maybe I'll save the fodder for tonight or tomorrow. I feel some poetry coagulating in my brain. This gives people the chance to run and hide before they are forced to see it. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.

Welcome To Chicago.

.....I'd forgotten that I logged into Boingo from Chicago about a year ago. It helpfully connected me to the Internet right away when I opened up the laptop. After charging me $6.95 before I realized what I was doing. Sigh! First thing to remember when signing on to Boingo for the first time. Don't let it do the automatic connect.

.....Two and a half hour layover in Chicago. I prefer waiting for a flight rather than running for the connector though, so am not complaining. Lets me get this poetry thing out of my head and collected somewhere so as not to forget it.

.....I wrote some poetry for a Snapdragon and a Bumblebee scroll a while back now. It was in a Chaucerian style, almost Dr. Suess in its rhyming. I thought they were kind of cool verses when written. But have found out since that they are not universally liked. A scribal person who didn't know that it was me who had written them was complaining about having to calligraph the words not liked on a scroll so painstakingly designed. Talk about an ego blow! But I asked for it and accepted it as criticism from which to improve.

.....I wish I were more talented in that department, as I like reading poetry. But as in most things of the artistic nature, if I ever want to be even marginally readable I'm going to have to work my rear end off. It's not something that comes naturally or easily, like most things come to TBT. That natural artistic ability constantly astonishes me.

.....No, I view myself more along the lines of Bilbo at the Hall of Fire in Rivendell. What I write is 'not really good enough to be recited here', but 'my friends indulge me'. :-)

.....Was thinking of Huginn and Muninn, the Ravens of Odin. I haven't seen 'Thor' yet, and would like to. But am a little hesitant as I'm a mythos junkie and don't want my high idealism slaughtered carelessly. :-) So I have to be in the right frame of mind to sit down for the movie.

.....I'm not sure that Norse mythology is quite right for sonnetry either. But what the heck. :-)

With cries of challenge Thought makes his way,
Heroic deeds and sadness in his wake.
Chaotic winds this raven flies through day,
On his commanding will they're his to take.

Dark Memory glidea silently aloft,
With sensitive touch he collects tales vast.
The streams of time in his flighted wings waft,
The fables of men speak things of the past.

With arms held wide, Life's Tree will welcome home.
His branches strong in their embrace of love.
Its life's blood nourishing them from rich loam.
Prepared for their next journey day above.

The Father of All listens to their tale.
Earth's keeping is his and he must not fail.

.....Maybe I ought to start actually collecting all these things together. They actually might start sounding better if I spent some quality time in polishing them.

.....But then again, you actually need the time to do that in the first place. :-)

.....Sigh! Missing TBT and wishing she could have traveled with me. I think she would have had fun exploring Indiana.

.....Aaron / Arontius.