A friend from Boston and her spouse stopped by last evening, Dylan prepared the meal. I wasn't much help since I'd worked that day and the day before. I'd never met John*, but we all felt like we'd known each other forever. Rather like with our Massachusetts cousins. They were impressed with my Garden. Dyed-in-the-wool lefties. They are off to see Antelope Island today. Talked about everything. One of those sorts of evenings. Eleanor walking all over both of them as soon as they sat down.
Caught up in Sylvia Izzo Hunter's magical alternative history books. The plots are... imperfect, but I like her writing and the characters, and the sheer inventiveness of her concepts. Strongly woman-centered, smart, and internally consistent. First real fantasy I've read and enjoyed in a long time. If I don't include Pratchett, which I don't.
Friends coming by this evening as well, to continue watching Good Omens. Speaking of Pratchett.
Thursday was punctuated with intense thunderstorms off and on all day. Last night fierce winds whooshed through, temperatures dropped. Only 47˚F this morning.
†As opposed to an eye, since she doesn't have eyes.
*You know, Dave's friend. (Not really, that's a joke, but then again he probably does have a friend named Dave.)
4 comments:
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You've been busy lately.
'Good Omens' is damn near as good at the book, eh?
Cat,
I could do with less busyness at work. Feels like I work twice as much to achieve half the job.
Should,
THAT"s how Pratchett needs to be done, with all the funny lines intact. Wow. Just finished it, and loved it. Gaiman needs to be on every future production of any Pratchett work.
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