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Seagull of Zenith
Jul. 15th, 2018 10:23 pmIn the west, just now, the crescent moon and Venus right next to each other! Very beautiful. But the night air is hot and steamy. This morning, and yesterday, the first sight to greet me when I got up was a big groundhog on the front lawn, noshing on something. Not too many cons can say that! I wonder if we have grubs. If so, he was doing us a huge favor by consuming them.
Alas, there's a little bit of melancholy in coming down from a con, almost as if it were a real one! Mostly I miss seeing my friends. Normally, at the end of Readercon, either Moonmoth and the Nonesuch and I, with any other friends who might show up, would have a nice lunch together and then repair to the home of the wizard in western Mass., or else, if the Nonesuch didn't come to the con, I'd hitch a ride with Moonmoth and we'd go visit him together. I didn't get to do that this time. And I also didn't get to hug and say goodbye repeatedly to other friends as we all noodled aimlessly about trying to leave. Maybe that's a good thing! I'm already home and got to skip the goodbyes! We had a nice breakfast of pancakes with strawberries and sausages, just as if we were in a restaurant, and a rather desultory dead-dog kind of social hour, and then went back to normal. I started reading the James Tiptree, Jr. bio. Holy cow! What a life! I'm only on chapter two, and it's already a roller coaster of tragedy and adventure. And I did some writing, too. Not thousands of words, but it's something.
Alas, there's a little bit of melancholy in coming down from a con, almost as if it were a real one! Mostly I miss seeing my friends. Normally, at the end of Readercon, either Moonmoth and the Nonesuch and I, with any other friends who might show up, would have a nice lunch together and then repair to the home of the wizard in western Mass., or else, if the Nonesuch didn't come to the con, I'd hitch a ride with Moonmoth and we'd go visit him together. I didn't get to do that this time. And I also didn't get to hug and say goodbye repeatedly to other friends as we all noodled aimlessly about trying to leave. Maybe that's a good thing! I'm already home and got to skip the goodbyes! We had a nice breakfast of pancakes with strawberries and sausages, just as if we were in a restaurant, and a rather desultory dead-dog kind of social hour, and then went back to normal. I started reading the James Tiptree, Jr. bio. Holy cow! What a life! I'm only on chapter two, and it's already a roller coaster of tragedy and adventure. And I did some writing, too. Not thousands of words, but it's something.
