I may even go see it again. Just to do my economic part.
I may even go see it again. Just to do my economic part.
So Monday night she flew off for 3 1/2 months, after having worked since Christmas to get the money for this expotition. She has a 2-month Eurail Pass, a booking on the train from London to Paris in a week or so, a friend to crash with in Paris, and plans plans plans. Otherwise the trip is unstructured. She is, in fact, doing exactly what I did at her age--wandering in other countries. But I never got photographed for a website that celebrates "street fashion" (honest to God. Kid could make friends and influence people at the bottom of a well).
And through the miracle of cellular technology we are getting even more texts from her than when she was sitting upstairs in her bedroom.
Doors open at 5:30. Program begins at 6:30. And because it's at the American Bookbinders Museum (355 Clementina Street, off 5th Street, in the South of Market district) there are lots of cool things to look at. Plus cool people to talk to.
If you're in the area and want to drop by, please do. It should be fun for all.
Except in my heart, of course.
The memorial was full of laughter and stories I'd never heard, our nephew Gabriel's lovely fiddling, a spirited rendition of "I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate" by my brother in law Steve, and two lovely poems by my mother in law Penny. We have met a bunch of Danny's relatives we'd never met before (including a couple Danny and his siblings had only heard about). The six grandchildren (ages 21-33) hung out together and there was much merriment. It was altogether splendid.
I'm a little over-peopled now and am falling over. Good night. Good night, Emil. Where ever you are, I'm betting you're enjoying yourself.
That's a decision for tomorrow.
I'll be at Fogcon this weekend, a lovely small lit-focussed convention held in the Bay Area (and accessible by BART, which I intend to prove this afternoon). Excellent people (this year's Guest of Honor is Delia Sherman) If you happen to be in the neighborhood, I'll be doing a two panels and a reading, as follows:
Friday, 8pm: Writing Between Genres
Are you writing a book that is both science fiction and fantasy? Do you have a an idea for a story which is both a romance and a crime thriller? What happens if your book is not easily categorizable, neither fish nor fowl? Can it get published, or is it doomed to fall through the cracks? This panel will discuss how to succeed cross-genre, and how to market the interstitial nature of your work as a selling point, not a problem needing solving.
Friday, 9pm: Reading with Laura Blackwell, Garrett Calcaterra, Nancy Jane Moore, and me. I will read my new collaboration with my daughter Becca. What could go wrong?
Saturday, 8pm: Between the Pixie and the Crone, with Emily Jiang, JK, Ellen Klages, and. All about middle aged women--"the invisible infrastructure" in SF. Really looking forward to this one.
If you're there, come say Hi. If you're not... well, come some time. It really is a nice con.
It's like someone up there is trying to prove a point about, like, climate irascibility: already today before noon: bright sunshine, brief downpour, sunshine, sprinkle, sunshine, and, then, just now: Hail.
I'm not even going to ask WTF. I know we've needed the rain, but no where is it written that we need the hail.
Today it is pouring down buckets, as it has been doing, intermittently, since November. I will get out my rain boots and go forth to work. But I gotta say that even the California mantra "But we need the rain" is, by this time, to this non-Californian, ringing a touch hollow.
Here, have a song, and the story behind it.
So I'm attempting to jumpstart my DW posts. What's new?
Um... Julie had an exploding appendix and was saved by 1) her boyfriend Joe, who got her to the hospital despite her "nah, it's just... OW... it's just..." demurs; 2) a good surgeon who got her 'gnarly appendix" out and cleaned up the mess it was attempting to leave behind and 3) the Affordable Care Act, so that she is likely not to be drowned in debt while she's looking for a job.
After Julie was back on her feet again, Joe proposed. So there's that.
Becca is taking a semester off from college to 1) earn money to 2) go to Europe for a couple of months. Until she gets some traveling in she will not be able to hunker down and do the last two years of her undergraduate degree, so it seemed sensible. In the meantime, she's living with us, which is, predictably, both heaven and hell.
I am Operations Manager at a small museum in San Francisco with all the predictable joys and woes of a small non-profit organization. From day to day it's a roller-coaster ride.
Emily is still a dog. Creakier than she used to be, but still a dog.
What's up with you?
This has been a challenging year, but this morning we gathered--two daughters, one-soon-to-be-son-in-law, one dog, Danny and I--to eat doughnuts, open stockings, and then presents. In honor of Julie's songwriting talents (see below) Julie got artichokes in her stocking; Becca got avocados, and Joe got a stalk of Brussels sprouts. I love my family.
Whether this is your holiday or not, may your day be peaceful and sunny, your health good, your toes warm and your home full of delicious smells and more-delicious foods. May the year ahead exceed your hopes for health and good work.
And Julie's pre-op Artichokes for Christmas carol:
Here, for example, is the Nativity, with Julie dead center, playing a slightly crazed Virgin Mary:
What I wasn't expecting was for one of the homilies (read by Mad Sal herself) to turn into Joe's proposal of Marriage to Julie. RIght there in front of the audience--and The Guv 'imself, Dad (God). It was wonderful. Not a dry eye in the house.
And I understand that Julie was so overwhelmed with joy that she got sick after the fair and puked in the car driving back to Davis. Joe cannot say he doesn't know what/who he's getting. Me, I'm waiting for the video to show it to Danny.
But as I keep quoting, first at Julie and then at November in general: "You really delight in these sadistic strains on my blood pressure, don't you?" (from The Little Mermaid, if you were wondering.)
Whitehall is now available in ebook form! Wherever, as the phrase goes, fine ebooks are sold. Really: run right over and pick up your copy today.