| Dec. 28th, 2004 @ 11:27 am Journal |
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![[info]](http://web.archive.org./web/20060326194206im_/http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) womzilla and I took a plane to Detroit on the 22nd to meet nellorat, who was staying with her sibs. We had a most pleasant visit. Youngersib's continuing health problems have forced her, for the time being, to live at eldersib's house, along with her two dogs (and eldersib's husband, child, and dog). This produces crowding problems, which everyone is being very strong about. We did our part by staying at a hotel.
When we got to eldersib's house, the dogs immediately began yapping, reminding me how much I appreciate the Silence of the Rats. But it was, as always, delightful to see the human occupants of the house. I got to read a couple of days of lj, so the catch-up wasn't too monstrous when I got back.
We saw a sign for an enterprise actually called Angst Insurance. This led to a discussion of a linguistic ambiguity I had not noticed before. Presumably it should be like fire insurance, rather than life insurance
On Christmas I accompanied nellorat, as I usually do on Christmas, to an Episcopalian service. In the past that has meant the small informal services, appropriate to the People's Republic of Ann Arbor, presided over by Father Susan, and I have always enjoyed those. Closer to eldersib's house, we wound up at High Church services in a cathedral. As I am not a baptized Christian, I did not take Communion (nellorat did, as usual), but I took the opportunity to pray for Jack Chalker, he being the Christian I know who seems most in need of such. Thence to opening presents, where I got desirable books, plush coyotes, etc.
Then we learned that Mother Earth had undergone a seizure or orgasm, or perhaps something less anthropomorphizable, killing thousands in Asia. Also football great Reggie White died suddenly and young, apparently from complications of sleep apnea. White was one of the greatest pass rushers ever, on religious grounds he did much in the way of Cardinal Works of Mercy, and he was a Seeker, whose intellectual curiosity led him in his last years to stop going to church and start studying Hebrew. I trust that St. Peter will greet him with a great big kiss, to start him on his education in one thing he always got wrong in this life.
We visited blackthorn45 and adopted two charming baby rats from her. The airline believes that it does not permit rats (as opposed to pets of more hegemonic species) to ride in the cabin, but nellorat reasoned with Security, or perhaps the babies applied sheer hypnotic cuteness. ("These are not the rats you are looking for. Send them through.")
This morning, I attempted to get my e-mail, and the system (Windows + Eudora) stopped in the middle, so I wound up having to flush much of the unwanted mail twice. Worse, I learned that longtime fanzine and apa fan Dave Locke is in a coma from a heart attack and is not expected to recover. The very first zine I ever did was a lot less stupid than it might have been if I hadn't read an article by Dave on what not to do, and we've been friends, on paper, online, and occasionally even in person, ever since. |
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