The Aerie
Hey.
Still here. Still going crazy. Life is like a rocket-rollercoaster
these last few days, so no updates for a bit. Which is too bad because
it is under just such circumstances that the most interesting stuff
occurs.
Hopefully I'll have a chance to upload pictures from the Harry Potter
party at the Mall of America. I managed to get book #12 not by dint of
any particular fannish behavior (e.g. standing in line for a week) but
by simply standing in the wrong place at the right time.
And the new apartment-and-shops development near my home burned up
about, in fact exactly, a week ago. Got a few after-the-fact photos,
although I missed out on a spectacular set of fire photographs by dint
of being sound asleep when the 2 a.m. conflagration commensed. Very
distressing, the neighborhood was really looking forward to this new
set of shops. Hopefully it will be rebuilt quickly. I don't know if
they even know if the foundation is usable.
And of course another trip to Lovely Downtown El Paso last week. It's
getting to be hot there. Of course "this is nothing" as the locals
told me. And who was I to spoil their fun, we do the same thing up
here. Of course, up in Minnesota when it's 102, we also have 85%
humidity, mosquitoes, and tornadoes, but I smiled and made the
appropriate impressed noises and just hoped not to spot any
shoebox-sized scorpions during my visit. I'll take mosquitoes over
scorpions any day.
Now I'm off, trying to resume my gym attendance, although I'll
probably have to give in and rent another locker. My last one they
clipped the lock on it during a two week period when I was too sick to
work out. I vowed never to rent a locker there again, but it was a lie
-- my workout habits collapsed and now I have to go crawling back to
rent again. I guess it's either that or give up and start gaining
weight.
Tonight I go sit with Moldy, who is doing about as well as a fellow
with an advanced case of cancer can be expected to be doing. I've got
to schedule an overnight one of these evenings to give his spouse a
break and a night's sleep. I feel like a cad for not helping out more,
but I try to tell myself that I'm doing the best I can.
If I weren't sitting with Moldy I'd be attending writing group in my
own house, but of course that would be a waste of time since I haven't
written diddily ever since I got back from my May writing sabbatical.
Anyway I hear the rocket-powered rollercoaster revving up, so I'd
better put on my crash helmet and strap myself in...
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Posted by Albatross at July 1, 2003 12:00 AM