But the metal weighs down the bearings and the city has to cut the bolts

[sovay]

I am spending much of my time very flat, mostly reading, sleeping enough to dream, not necessarily enough to think, but in the usual fashion managed to take a walk around my neighborhood late in the afternoon.



A weeping iris.



A sheaf of whirligigs.



I visit this rear-view mirror as in my old neighborhood I used to visit a sun-catching face of brick.



A vanitas of spring.

I was so entertained by the avowedly partisan entry on Kay in Phyllis Ann Karr's The Arthurian Companion (1983/97) that it finally occurred to me to try to track down some of her Arthurian short stories and thus encountered a canonical description of her favorite churlish knight in "The Coming of the Light" (1992): "a sharpfaced dark man, also with hair more silver than black, who sat far to one side but spoke with more authority than his distance from the king would have suggested." Yes, look, I've loved his terrible personality for ages, I didn't need confirmation he has an interesting face, too.

After several years of not getting around to it, I really enjoyed C. M. Waggoner's The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry (2021) just in time to hear Lucy Dacus' "Best Guess" (2025) on WERS and get the song fixed in my head to its plot: If I were a gambling man, and I am, you'd be my best bet.

selkie sent me waves in the Drake Passage.

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[selkie]

Seeing those waves reminded me what my weight is for. Not those, I mean, but the ones nearer you than me on any given day; I can absolutely feel and taste and smell them, and my deep strange nerves know when to breathe and when to twist downward and not break my dumb human spine. It's nice. (...I think my anti-PTSD imagery is the Drake Shake.)

[sovay]

I can absolutely feel and taste and smell them, and my deep strange nerves know when to breathe and when to twist downward and not break my dumb human spine. It's nice. (...I think my anti-PTSD imagery is the Drake Shake.)

I want you to have those waves on a more than five-year basis.

*hugs*

[selkie]

*hugs*
We’ll bring the kid; he’s so overdue, and so bony he’s shark repellent.