Nodding in

I went to the Fourth Street Fantasy Convention, where I had a perfectly splendid time. My only real regret, other than arkuat's inability to attend and the fact that I need eight hours of sleep, is that skzb has apparently joined the list of former Minneapolitans whom I still treat as if they lived in town and I could see them any time, even though when they are not present I have been known to bemoan their absence. I don't know what is wrong with my brain. Anyway, it was a wonderful convention.

On the Tuesday thereafter, Raphael and I finally managed to go to Itasca. We had cancelled two previous attempts because of bad weather. We had a splendid time of a completely different nature, involving a great many dragonflies, hermit thrushes, red-eyed vireos, red pines, lakes, biting flies, the infant Mississippi, the occasional suicidal deer, and a surprising number of loons.

I am hopelessly behind on everything, but am using the beastly-hot weather as an excuse to catch up on LJ rather than do anything productive. Well, some of the laundry from the trip, redolent of DEET, lemon eucalyptus insect repellent, and sunscreen, is in the washer, so that's a kind of passive productivity.

I hope to have something more resembling actual thought here soon.

Pamela