“First they came for the verbs and I said nothing, for verbing
weirds language. Then they arrival for the nouns and I speech
nothing, for I no verbs.”
The weather grayed out yesterday evening, and something inside said, “Oh well, so much for summer weather: now the normal Irish autumn starts.” But not yet. Got up this morning to bright, warm sunshine…but with that strange, blunt, “mellow” quality on it that says, “Get ready for the leaves to start turning. Though not just yet…”
The cats are back from the kennel and have either slept all over us (as usual for the females) or spent all night out peeing on things to mark them (as usual for the males). Now most of them are lying around in that sun, luxuriating. Be nice to do that myself, but too much is going on today. Finishing novels, scanning Wizard’s Holiday for the people at Recorded Books, other such stuff. Oh well…
Memo to self: Catch Goodman, put sunblock on his ears…
A tale of bats stuck in windows… and unstuck.
What joy to be home. Worldcon was fun…but to stop traveling, after two weeks of being more or less constantly on the road, is more fun yet.
The kitchen is full of suitcases. The cats aren’t back from the kennel yet. More FedEx packages (mostly full of books from Harcourt) have been erroneously delivered to the local pub instead of being held for redelivery tomorrow. Peter has gone upstairs to get some sleep. I have no clear sense of why I’m awake now, as I was falling asleep in the cab on the way home after six hours’ worth of KLM “redeye” YYZ-AMS, a three-hour layover, and then an hour and a half AMS-DUB; but just being back in the incredible country silence (and the clean air) seems to have given me my second wind. Who cares if I stopped the fishpond pump to clean it, and now can’t get it to start again? Who cares if incredible amounts of spam have piled up in the getting-ready-to-shut-it-down email account? We’re home. I’m happy.
(sigh) Happy memories from Toronto: A3 and Sparks & Co., Ben, Janis Ian and the excellent Pat, TR, the Accordion Guy. Lloyd and Yvonne, Kurt and Nancy, the Bird, hugging many NA-based pros whom I haven’t seen for a number of years, and discovering that even Cory Doctorow sometimes has trouble with WiFi. Memorable eats: the Japanese restaurant Nami on Adelaide Street. Things that didn’t get done: getting Peter a Tilley jacket; getting any serious shopping whatever done, either in Toronto or Schiphol; seeing any number of other people at Worldcon who were there but we just couldn’t find, or find time to hunt for.
(double sigh) Never mind. Next year in Boston.
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