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pameladeanWell, I don't precisely, since I can write at home in my bathrobe, and indeed have done so. But still.
Things I liked about the New Year's Eve party that I forgot to mention:
Laura Jean's passing out hats and noisemakers. I liked my noisemaker.
Bruce's asking me in an incredulous tone, as a wavering chorus of "Auld Lang Syne" steadied itself, "There's more than one verse?"
Nate's singing a profoundly silly punning version about Auld Lang's Sign.
Bruce's showing me Laura's collection of cows. I especially liked the one in the spacesuit.
Steven Bond's saying speculatively, "I have to ask, if they're a hermit, how do you *meet*?" and Beth's and my chorusing, "Fidonet!"
Steven's telling dog stories.
Polly's asking me to elucidate the difference between "less" and "fewer" and an associated far more detailed followup discussion with Daedela.
On New Year's Day itself David and Lydy and I went to Larry's Hair of the Dog party. Since he learned I was largely vegan Larry has been working on a bean dip, and this year it was sublime instead of just very, very good. I've also started eating fish in moderation, so I got a bit of smoked salmon and those parts of the herring-tasting not in cream sauces. I got to talk to Joel Rosenberg about writing and to Martin about Tolkien, and a group of us remembered Holidaycons, when Minn-Stf had ten consecutive days of parties around this time of the year. Perhaps we were all crazy, or maybe it was because there was no Internet. It's not that we had no lives. I was already writing then. I think it's that everybody I wanted to see, and everybody or large numbers of people others wanted to see, were all in Minn-Stf. I don't know.
Bruce had brought some beautiful Riesling, of which I had a sip. I explained to Laurel why I had spent so much time describing the clothes at the New Year's Eve party. I talked to Daedela and Beth and Felicia and others, but I was fairly wiped out. Around nine I decided to go on over to Eric's and take care of the cat. Lydy was asleep on the floor, complete with cushion and blanket, and David was happy where he was.
After contemplating the bus possibilities I decided to just walk. I wasn't quite dressed for the cold -- a scarf and a second layer of clothing over my legs would have been good -- but I didn't feel unhappy about it until I was within two blocks of my destination. I encountered a number of taxicabs letting off people with baggage, a surprising number of people carrying hope cups of coffee from coffee houses, and a few people walking their dogs. Toliman was glad to see me and purred mightily. I had a short inadvertent nap with him, which he actually took as a compliment, and came home to snuggle and watch "Buffy" with Raphael and be reproached by my cat for, I'm not sure, probably not making the weather warm and letting him outside for two hundred years.
I wrote a paragraph on New Year's Day ("Was it a good one?" Joel asked me at Larry's and in truth, it was). I need to do slightly better today.
I managed dishwasher and clotheswasher stuff before heading back to Eric's to see Toliman this afternoon. I got him to run about quite a lot. I left a bit before sunset. I decided to take my daily walk on the way home. Normally I do this by getting off the bus around Lake Street, but I was tired enough I feared that, once on the bus, I'd just stay on until I was home. So I started walking south on First Avenue. I had got to 26th Street and decided I'd go on over to Nicollet and plan to catch a No. 18 somewhere between 28th and Lake, when my cellphone rang. It was Eric. I veered back over to First Avenue and went on walking during what turned out to be a very satisfying half-hour conversation. He had to go because he had an appointment with a grad school, but I was at 36th Street by then and just came on home.
I'm still reading A WIZARD ALONE, quite happily.
Pamela
Things I liked about the New Year's Eve party that I forgot to mention:
Laura Jean's passing out hats and noisemakers. I liked my noisemaker.
Bruce's asking me in an incredulous tone, as a wavering chorus of "Auld Lang Syne" steadied itself, "There's more than one verse?"
Nate's singing a profoundly silly punning version about Auld Lang's Sign.
Bruce's showing me Laura's collection of cows. I especially liked the one in the spacesuit.
Steven Bond's saying speculatively, "I have to ask, if they're a hermit, how do you *meet*?" and Beth's and my chorusing, "Fidonet!"
Steven's telling dog stories.
Polly's asking me to elucidate the difference between "less" and "fewer" and an associated far more detailed followup discussion with Daedela.
On New Year's Day itself David and Lydy and I went to Larry's Hair of the Dog party. Since he learned I was largely vegan Larry has been working on a bean dip, and this year it was sublime instead of just very, very good. I've also started eating fish in moderation, so I got a bit of smoked salmon and those parts of the herring-tasting not in cream sauces. I got to talk to Joel Rosenberg about writing and to Martin about Tolkien, and a group of us remembered Holidaycons, when Minn-Stf had ten consecutive days of parties around this time of the year. Perhaps we were all crazy, or maybe it was because there was no Internet. It's not that we had no lives. I was already writing then. I think it's that everybody I wanted to see, and everybody or large numbers of people others wanted to see, were all in Minn-Stf. I don't know.
Bruce had brought some beautiful Riesling, of which I had a sip. I explained to Laurel why I had spent so much time describing the clothes at the New Year's Eve party. I talked to Daedela and Beth and Felicia and others, but I was fairly wiped out. Around nine I decided to go on over to Eric's and take care of the cat. Lydy was asleep on the floor, complete with cushion and blanket, and David was happy where he was.
After contemplating the bus possibilities I decided to just walk. I wasn't quite dressed for the cold -- a scarf and a second layer of clothing over my legs would have been good -- but I didn't feel unhappy about it until I was within two blocks of my destination. I encountered a number of taxicabs letting off people with baggage, a surprising number of people carrying hope cups of coffee from coffee houses, and a few people walking their dogs. Toliman was glad to see me and purred mightily. I had a short inadvertent nap with him, which he actually took as a compliment, and came home to snuggle and watch "Buffy" with Raphael and be reproached by my cat for, I'm not sure, probably not making the weather warm and letting him outside for two hundred years.
I wrote a paragraph on New Year's Day ("Was it a good one?" Joel asked me at Larry's and in truth, it was). I need to do slightly better today.
I managed dishwasher and clotheswasher stuff before heading back to Eric's to see Toliman this afternoon. I got him to run about quite a lot. I left a bit before sunset. I decided to take my daily walk on the way home. Normally I do this by getting off the bus around Lake Street, but I was tired enough I feared that, once on the bus, I'd just stay on until I was home. So I started walking south on First Avenue. I had got to 26th Street and decided I'd go on over to Nicollet and plan to catch a No. 18 somewhere between 28th and Lake, when my cellphone rang. It was Eric. I veered back over to First Avenue and went on walking during what turned out to be a very satisfying half-hour conversation. He had to go because he had an appointment with a grad school, but I was at 36th Street by then and just came on home.
I'm still reading A WIZARD ALONE, quite happily.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-02 05:30 pm (UTC)B
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Date: 2003-01-02 06:17 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-02 06:20 pm (UTC)B
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Date: 2003-01-02 09:18 pm (UTC)No wonder I used to pelt you with M&M's. Or was it wet napkins? Both, perhaps.
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Date: 2003-01-03 09:25 am (UTC)I know this isn't exactly what you wanted to say, but the image of coffee as a candle of hope is outstanding.
Glad to see you again, even if shortly. One of my hearing aids wasn't working so I left the hair-of-the-dog early as well.