Thursday, August 14th, 2014

Yesterday once more

Thursday, August 14th, 2014 08:16 am
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Tuesday night I dreamed about H and her family leaving, all of us in tears and H a good ten years younger than she is, and their golden retriever running away and having to be corralled (except in RL they have two youngish... beagles, I think) and then riding with them part of their way, but we were in train tunnels that passed through bookstores, the larger than life shelves right by the windows, and the titles of Japanese books were flashing by and I thought 'Oh I wanted to read that one- and that-'

Woke to a cool placid Autumn Preview morning and [livejournal.com profile] daegaer talking about the Gaiden and suddenly it was a dozen or more years ago in the calm happy days of fandom. Realize now that one thing that makes fandom calm is having one's attention focussed on fictional people and situations, not RL ones. Also the using another language thing. Time was I needed to have my dictionaries all handy here by the computer. Not any more.

(The H dream followed one about [livejournal.com profile] petronia and her elegant Chinese friends, probably inspired by the cover of Full Fathom Five.)

Small pleasures

Thursday, August 14th, 2014 09:30 pm
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Is really truly autumnal temperatures out there. 'Close the windows, wear flannel and hoodie, put the fan to exhaust' autumn temps. Not that real autumn often looks or feels like this: iron grey, briskly purposeful, tinged with woodsmoke. The real thing tends to be much muggier all round. This is a stray autumn day from my childhood, some forgotten November Sunday that was probably colder than today's 16. It's just that the gap between recent pleasant summer warmth and this sudden dry-edged 16 is the same as from an October sunny mellow 16 and a sudden winter-heralding November 5 or 6.

Autumn Preview then as now contains one invariable: tremendous allergy drips and sneezes. Ah, days of '71...

In more mundane pleasantry, found eleven dollars in the pocket of my day before yesterday's summer pants. If I'm up early enough (last night was a series of insomniac disasters which I expect to repeat tonight: morning shifts guarantee sleeplessness) I shall have a latte at the local.

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