Axel dreamt about the Second World War. He and Jim were being pursued by the Germans while I, only inches away, happily dreamt of bicycling through snow and slush and shopkeepers putting up their Christmas and New Year’s decorations. My dream explains itself easily: it is getting cold at night but Axel’s cannot be linked to a book he is reading or a film – unless Charlie Wilson’s war counts, which we watched last night.
Yesterday was international ‘talk-like-a-pirate’ day. We discovered that there was such a day last year because Axel was very much into this theme with his eye patch and the matching hat and hooked hand that Sita bought for him. When I look at that picture, taken at the rehab hospital, it seems light years ago. Yesterday he did not dress up but I exchanged some argghs and blimeys with my colleagues by email, in between more serious work.
Axel is back at school after having skipped an entire year. He is taking three classes; one is a two weekend class on Adobe Illustrator that he is finishing this weekend for 1.5 credits. The other is about branding and the third is an advanced graphic design class, the last one before he can take his final portfolio class next semester. It’s a handful and keeps him very busy, and possibly worried at night, hence the war images.
Today I am going to fly again; my co-pilot Bill is back from his travels through Europe. I talked to the flight briefer this morning and, weatherwise, all the stars appeared to be aligned, except for patches of fog around Wiscasset. We expect these to burn off and if they don’t we’ll go someplace else. This trip to Owl’s Head is one we have been trying to make for many months now, and the fog has always been too thick and stationary to even try. It should be a beautiful trip along the coast and I am looking forward to it. Flying in the fall over New England is always spectacular. It is when I got hooked. I started my flying lessons exactly 3 years ago, on a day like this.
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