2023-10-09

sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
It is my birthday. I am forty-two years old, which makes me the age of I have no idea which fictional characters. I woke to a card from my godmother and a book from [personal profile] choco_frosh, which delighted me even before I opened it by being an accidentally large print edition formerly of a library in Pontypool. It is a hard year to want to celebrate. I am eating a homemade pear butter sandwich. The sky is overcast, but pieces of autumn keep slipping through.
sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
I had a quiet birthday with my parents and my husbands and autumn. Just before sunset, [personal profile] rushthatspeaks and [personal profile] spatch and I walked a meandering loop of the Great Meadows that took us past the low-tussocked marsh that was dry hollows in last summer's drought, a soft-winged owl taking flight after prey, and an office chair sitting empty in a stand of pines, exactly like an invitation to avoid.

All she said was I'm just drifting. )

[personal profile] choco_frosh had gotten me Peter Davison's Is There Life Outside The Box?: An Actor Despairs (2016). [personal profile] nineweaving sent the 25th anniversary edition of John Crowley's Little, Big (1981) exquisitely wrapped in the Great Wave off Kanagawa. The short stack of books also contained Eckart Frahm's Assyria: The Rise and Fall of the World's First Empire (2023), R.B. Lemberg's Everything Thaws (2023), and Sarah Monette's A Theory of Haunting (2023). My niece made a tele-appearance in her pneumatically eared unicorn hat. The cake was marmalade, decorated with whipped cream like the candle-whiskered face of a cat. I am not sure anyone got a picture of the smoldering rose of the sunset glimpsed between houses as we walked back for dinner, but it was spectacular. It felt like October.
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