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[flemmings]

Ah well. I'm trying to be Buddhist about not clinging to happiness and not saying to God, 'Encore.' But it was nice having friends here and I'm sad they're gone. And because it was great talking books with M again and because she said Max Gladstone's settei, as described by me, reminded her of C.S. Friedman's, I've rousted out the first volume of the Coldfire trilogy from where I hid tidied it away (after thinking 'oh rats must have despaired of ever getting to it and put it out on the lawn sometime') and started reading it.

(Wish I could remember what I did with Point of Knives as well. This is what tidying does: makes things unfindable.)

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[flemmings.livejournal.com]

O mother of two, you must know the difficulties of travelling with small children, even without the 'we both work for demanding DC employers' bit. One cannot wish that on one's dear friends too often. One must visit them; and of course that would be easier if one drove.

Thank you. It's summer, which means remunerative even if frantic.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

Ahahahah 'the small children' have grown up to be 1) quite an amiable teenager, except for every now and again she does have those 'teenage-ry' moments. Due to their infrequency, as compared to some others, can be tolerated and even forgiven and 2) grown to be a sweet natured boy given to bouts of 'I-don't-want-to-do-homework-why-do-I-need-to-go-to-school' tantrums.

When my ship (or whatever else) comes in I would love to still do my lj-tour and hopefully that any infringements my children might visit upon unsuspecting friends will likewise be forgiven.

Ahhh and frantic. I can sympathise and empathise, at least it will be remunerative. ^__^