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Winter is coming
Nov. 21st, 2003 06:19 pmI just went out in the dark and raked all the leaves off the sidewalk. I tried to put them all on my flowerbeds and lawn rather than on the neighbor's lawn -- he does not garden and cannot tell an ornamental cherry from a mulberry, pruning them all equally, but he is very precise and tidy about pruning and mowing, and I'm sure he doesn't want any more leaves. I'd meant to mow them into bits and dump them on the flowerbeds, but I never got around to it. I can never get really exercised about the lawn, and found most of the beautiful fall days better employed walking myself and my cat.
There seems to be a huge snowstorm brewing, so huge that I wonder if it will strand Eric in Denver before it comes howling this way to smack us -- well, to smack the Dakotas or Minnesota or Wisconsin or parts of all. They don't seem very certain yet. We were planning to drive to Northfield for David's mother's 80th birthday celebration, but we'll have to see. If we can't go, we'll have lots of cheese and crackers and broccoli and a really nice vaseful of lilies.
David and I did a brisk round of errands today -- quick lunch at Taco Bell, post office to send Lydy some stuff she'd forgotten when she went to New York, Uncle Hugo's, where I was most flatteringly asked to sign their copies of my books, and delighted to see that they have the third one in already, whoo-hoo. We got out with only two purchases, Kij Johnson's The Fox Woman and a John Barnes I forget the title of. Then we dropped a package off at Karen's and had the discussion about how it would be a good idea not to have to shovel leaves along with the snow.
I have the makings for vegan lasagna. Maybe tomorrow.
I've been making a lot of notes on the plot synopsis for the Hills/Whim sequel, and just started chapter 7 of the Liavek novel. Chapters 5 and 6 are not really assembled yet, but with multiple viewpoints one can sometimes do these things.
Pamela
There seems to be a huge snowstorm brewing, so huge that I wonder if it will strand Eric in Denver before it comes howling this way to smack us -- well, to smack the Dakotas or Minnesota or Wisconsin or parts of all. They don't seem very certain yet. We were planning to drive to Northfield for David's mother's 80th birthday celebration, but we'll have to see. If we can't go, we'll have lots of cheese and crackers and broccoli and a really nice vaseful of lilies.
David and I did a brisk round of errands today -- quick lunch at Taco Bell, post office to send Lydy some stuff she'd forgotten when she went to New York, Uncle Hugo's, where I was most flatteringly asked to sign their copies of my books, and delighted to see that they have the third one in already, whoo-hoo. We got out with only two purchases, Kij Johnson's The Fox Woman and a John Barnes I forget the title of. Then we dropped a package off at Karen's and had the discussion about how it would be a good idea not to have to shovel leaves along with the snow.
I have the makings for vegan lasagna. Maybe tomorrow.
I've been making a lot of notes on the plot synopsis for the Hills/Whim sequel, and just started chapter 7 of the Liavek novel. Chapters 5 and 6 are not really assembled yet, but with multiple viewpoints one can sometimes do these things.
Pamela
