finished posting! Reveals are on the 27th; in the meanwhile go and admire all the lovely things
! I particularly recommend my own gift, "The Case of the Deceased Marmalade Thief
", which is an utter delight.--
It's been ages since my last proper update. Highlights!
I got a camera for my birthday back in March...( obligatory kitty pics )( obligatory I-can't-stand-my-face selfies )
Then the current round of Holmestice began, PRECISELY when the Livejournal TOS fuckery hit the fan. I will not say that this round has been a clusterfuck, because I think it mostly hasn't been? But pulling off this round has been more effort and cursing than any of us planned for. Happily, I have great co-mods, and there is wonderful satisfaction in looking at ALL THE THINGS and knowing we facilitated that happening. Even if we're still
trying to finish backing up the damn comm.
In early May we went to Colorado and Wyoming for a week to visit grrlpup
's family. Not half an hour out of the airport, we got caught in an impressive hailstorm; Grrlpup is still wrangling with the rental car and insurance companies over how many thousands of dollars that storm is or isn't going to cost us. The rest of the trip was pretty good, but socially taxing. As always, it was wonderful to see her friends and family; as always, I was very happy to get back home again.
In June, grrlpup
had her birthday. We have become my parents' generation: when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she asked that I actually do
that one home-improvement task I'd been promising to do for two years. So I spent a few days bolting and screwing bookshelves to the wall, while pretending I wasn't doing any such thing. Her:
What are you doing? Are you painting boards? Why are you painting boards? Me:
[flagrantly painting boards] Boards? What boards?( front room shelves )
Later today, crazy_marcia
, for whom we crewed the Badwater Ultra
and with whom I used to climb mountains
, is coming to visit.
(For those who didn't know me back then, the Badwater Ultra is a 135/143-mile footrace through Death Valley and up to the top of Mt. Whitney, always held during the height of summer. And by "height of summer," I mean 120-degree heat, woot! The two mountains I've climbed with her are both non-trivial: Mt. Whitney by the Mountaineer's Route, and Mt. Rainier, which involves glacier travel, and thus is a technical climb. Both mountains are near-abouts 14,500 feet high and Exciting Shit Went Wrong on both peaks.)
Anyway, I'm weirdly nervous about seeing Marcia -- it's been an age since we last spoke, and I got lazy and fat and don't have adventures anymore, and what if she doesn't like me now??? -- but scanning back over these old trip reports, I feel very silly. We're going to sit around and gossip,
not pull one of our what-were-you-even-thinking-people-die-
doing-that-shit adventures. What could possibly
go down today to be worth being nervous about? I mean, seriously.
(Actually, given that Marcia will be in attendance, I would not be the least bit surprised if we save someone from a close brush with death later today. FURTHER BULLETINS AS EVENTS WARRANT.)