This past weekend Kat and I traveled south of the Mason-Dixon for a little get-together called Cleavercon. Dave Cleaver’s birthday is coming up, so he threw himself a game day. It was a good day, and I like the gameday/birthday party idea. Hmmm, I have a birthday coming up in the fall…
It was cool this morning when I took my walk. The east was still orange with sunrise, and a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead. They were low enough that in between their joyous honks, I could hear their feathers slicing through the morning breeze. It sounded like a whisper of profound secrets in a foreign tongue.
It’s the Wednesday before GenCon. For the past nine years, that has meant planning and packing and driving (and driving and driving) and hauling and rush, rush, rush! But this year we’re not going. It’s the first time since 1998 (ack! Last century!) that we’ll be reading about the big show as bystanders. I’ll miss seeing everyone, but only a little. GenCon is a heck of a lot of hassle for all its razzle-dazzle. For the most part, I’ve been relishing the fact of not having to deal with all that.
Plus, I’ve gotten to focus on some priorities nearer and dearer. For instance, teaching Dalys to drive. We’ve been working on it a few hours a week since late winter and she passed her test yesterday! I was a bundle of nerves as soon as she pulled away with the examiner, but she came back and gave me a big thumbs-up!
We’ve also been re-arranging our house in preparation to get back into foster care. I’m kind of excited to be looking after kids again. Never thought I’d say that, but it’s true.
So, my fellow non-GenCon attendees who are still reading LJ, how’s your summer?