This morning was a kids tournament at the dojo, at which I assisted as a judge, as well as assorted other duties. It ran longer than expected, so I was there from 8am until 3pm, coming home and crashing for a big-ass nap. Wrenn came in and joined me for that nap -- she hadn't actually done much by way of physical activity, but on occasion she'll engage in sympathetic napping and join me for one of mine.
Tonight, I used the chicken carcass from last night's dinner to make chicken stock, which is currently simmering away on the stove and making the apartment smell yummy. The article's going off to the editor tonight. We also watched The World's End, which was tremendous fun, as expected from Simon Pegg and his band of loonies.
Tomorrow, I try to once again brave the healthcare gods in their lair and work on Tuesday's DS9 Rewatch. I also plan to start working on the mystery, finally......
- Current Mood: content
- Current Music:"Sheep May Safely Graze" by Modern Mandolin Quartet
- On-call doctor allowed ONE Tylenol to see if fever was stupid human suit vs emergency room. Temp dropping. Feeling better #CopingWithCancer 20:16:28, 2013-12-06
- Why do I always spike fevers on the weekend after all my doctors go home? 100.5F. Waiting for the on-call doctor now. #CopingWithCancer 19:01:11, 2013-12-06
- RT @TungstenHippo: There is folly and danger in impulsive words. Once released, they cannot be unspoken; the gods listen. @eugiefoster, htt… 11:10:25, 2013-12-06
- [Blog] Hello, Peripheral Neuropathy http://t.co/oIa8GICS08 via @eugiefoster 11:46:00, 2013-12-05
- RT @nonteentitan: Just finished #RMSF by @eugiefoster , excited to grab this for LIRR commute later today http://t.co/736YvN1pWq 11:14:26, 2013-12-05
- Received today: my contrib. copy of anthology The Book of Apex: Volume 4, and it is gorgeous. http://t.co/l2cIJhULDw 11:07:21, 2013-12-04
This morning I slept ridiculously late and then we headed out to try to find a snow hill. I figured we’d drive east until we hit more snow, but I was vetoed and we instead veered off the highway to a place that had too little snow to go down more than a few times. Ah well, next time. Anybody (Hey Joyce!) know where there’s a good snow sledding hill in the general vicinity of Salem/Portland/Eugene? I’m willing to drive an hour or two. I just want to be able to let the kids sled when we get there.
The dogs had a blast. They apparently have missed the snow. I finally clipped their toenails, for which they were most ungrateful. They called me names and whimpered. Without me even touching them.
I then came home and continued to put things away in my office on the shelves. All my books are put away. Well, there are a few that need a home upstairs, but they are crochet books. So I think I can say all done. Course now I have to put away a bunch of other supplies. They will never fit. So now I have to do some more serious sorting and then giving away. I found more empty binders. So it looks like I’ll be doing some getting rid of stuff this week. All in the name of making room for a tree, and oh, yeah, trying to get the house in order like we actually live here. You know, when I’m not working.
Dead Kitchen Radio episode 35: my Doctor Who fiction
For the first time in far too long, there's a new episode of Dead Kitchen Radio: The Keith R.A. DeCandido Podcast. In Episode 35, I do my own celebrating of Doctor Who's 50th anniversary by reading my first piece of Who fiction, "UNITed We Fall" from the 1996 anthology Decalog 3: Consequences.
(That anthology also had a tale by some obscure Brit named Steven Moffat. Wonder whatever happened to him.........)
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(I'll have a long-overdue update on The Chronic Rift Network shortly.)
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:"Last Man at the Party" by Jethro Tull
The show was great fun - I suspect even people who aren't fans of the show would enjoy it, if they enjoy science, thought, and things going BOOM (they didn't actually explode anything on stage, because silly safety regs), but if you are a fan, it is, you should pardon the expression, a blast.
Just, whatever you do, DON'T SIGN THE WAIVER! (or, yanno, do.)
Coming out of the show, my friend and I agreed that we were both surprisingly exhausted, for having just sat there for several hours...
[it may not have been worth it to get front Orchestra seats, but I'm glad I did, anyway]
The rest of the weekend I decided I needed to take a break from the weirdness that had been the week, and turned off the Internet for most of the day, nesting quietly (for values of quiet that also included rearranging the linen and supply closets), puttering around in the kitchen, and reading.
I was bemoaning the fact that even my very simple goal of 12 novels read in a year might not be reached, when it was pointed out that if I included client manuscripts in that, I'm well over 12 by now. I'm not sure if that actually counts - yes, I enjoyed reading them but it was work, not fun. What says the jury?
(and yes, I'm aware that many of you read a book a week, or more. I wish I still could, but I can't.)
Other than that, not much to report. I can't say that I'm pulling at the bit to get back to work, but I also don't feel quite so burnt out/dispirited at the thought as I did last week, so I'm going to call that for a win...
And so, hello Monday.
I am rereading Chalice, for the first time, after some time since my first reading.
And it is amazing me. Here is a book that is a maze to get into because it is full of the ways situations can be impossible, and life can be dreadful through a maze of little things.
And this is not something fantasy usually deals with.
It’s a book about the suddenness of having to Become…an analogy for being an adult maybe, but more an analogy of any taking up of a role you weren’t ready for. A working girl. A father. A governor.
Because I am intuitively reconstructing what I had trouble putting together the first time, I’m not distracted by the worldbuilding. I remembered it being a lot about a girl just doing her best, and meaning well, and that being powerful. Like a grown-up version of Wizard’s Hall (one of my favorite of children's literature).
I did remember this text takes McKinley’s parentheticals to a new height. But it’s also grounded in a different way than her earlier books set in the traditional country setting.
McKinley’s always loved the flora and fauna, the real work of the country, but from her gardening and life in England (even just her maturity), it’s taken on a depth, a texture, that is even more genuine. It is integral to the heroine's nature, her ways of thought.
I think the first time I read this I was depressed and overwhelmed enough that the catharsis wasn’t really noticeable—my distance now from the headspace Chalice is in makes me much more appreciative of her quiet heroics. And the slender but growing line of her connection with the Master. It’s really artfully done. And it is probably one of McKinley’s best fantasies (though there are a couple I still haven’t read), in being a story about just about humanity while being set in a fairy-tale sort of world.