It is Cold


The change of the seasons came slowly and subtly this year. One day I was outside clomping around in my sandals, and then I realize that while I am still wearing sandals, I am doing so over a thick pair of woolen socks, which just looks ridiculous. Now as anyone who’s seen the way I dress knows, I’m not too concerned about arbitrary fashion labels such as “well–dressed” or “color–coordinated”, or “horizontal stripes make you look like the planet Jupiter”, but everybody has a limit, and I fear that I may be approaching mine. Perhaps it is time to retire my sandals until Spring,  and break out the boots. I will confess that I am a man of extremes. Light, airy sandals in the summer, stout, impervious boots in the winter. I like something heavy enough that if I lose my balance, they’ll pull me back upright.

We are preparing for the Holiday Blitz. Kaja has decided that this year, she wants to prepare our turkey in the manner of Julia Child, which essentially means dismembering it, deboning it, and then stitching it all back together like some sort of monstrously delicious Frankenstein’s turkey. I had been wondering why she wanted to go to all this extra trouble, but actually, when I described it in those terms, it suddenly made sense. I’ll let you know how that works out.

Just finished an interesting book; Servant of the Underworld by Aliette de Bodard.  It’s a hard–boiled detective novel that takes place during the height of the Aztec Empire, and, incidentally, magic and the Aztec gods really exist. They were handing copies of it out for free at the last worldcon, so I didn’t have high hopes for it frankly, but I was pleasantly surprised, and am looking forward to the sequel. I haven’t found a good odd genre mystery in quite awhile, so thank you, Madam Bodard.

We are hurtling towards the end of Volume 13, which we expect to have done before the end of the year. Then we are taking a bit of a vacation. I’m looking forward to this.