I finally made it to the Heartland (how odd to have to struggle to it, but sometimes I do) and to my delight both boys were in the car with Bill, even though it was midnight.
They’d been downtown, to a Cardinals game, or at least 2/3 of them had. Bill took this photo of Evan in front of the Arch. He’s wearing a parka because it’s ass cold here. Definitely not winter, but definitely not warm.
Bill said it was brutal at the stadium; I told him it could always be worse; he could be at a Cubs game.
It’s hard to imagine having such a beautiful thing in view at all times; I think I might go mad from exhaustion. And confusion. Because everything it symbolizes is notably absent from much of what surrounds it.
One day, perhaps, St. Louis will re-occupy the beautiful downtown, and the people in khakis will come in from the Far West Suburbs, and the McMansions will be eaten by vines, and river squirrels.
The dogwoods are blooming, very nice. Tulips, too, and daffodils.
I’m going to start some fantastic beaded piece today. I don’t know what it will be yet except I’ve kind of got my heart set on red and white, with golden underskirts in size 15 rounds.
I really have no idea whatever about what might happen to me today.
It’s a lovely feeling.