Today has been pretty emotionally high-strung. I read this morning that our friend /Frank Darcy, the charming gentleman who ran the last two P-Cons, has gone into hospice and isn’t expected to live much longer at all, after spending most of the last fifteen months fighting stomach cancer. His daughter posted to his journal to let people know, and is passing messages along, which is incredibly thoughtful of her. Frank befriended Ted and myself early on in our introduction to Irish fandom, and I will absolutely never forget the entrance…
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rumor has it…
Rumor up here in Longford has it that down in Cork, /Kate’s water has broken, and my husband has rushed to her assistance.
lifestyle changes
All right. The deed is done; now I will talk about it some. A while ago I talked about living in and fitting into Ireland, and the attendant difficulties therein. We’ve been trying to come up with solutions, and have made at least one decision that we think is going to help quite a bit: we’re moving to a much less expensive town (*much* less expensive: we’re talking very literally nearly twice the house for half the cost). We’ve rented a house in Longford, the town my parents moved to…
thank you!
Thank you all for birthday wishes! It was a very nice birthday. Ted got me a couple books and a DVD I wanted, and put them in a very silly bag that sings a birthday song. My sister called me from the fairy tale palace she’s studying at in France, and my dad made me a birthday cake! I literally can’t remember the last time somebody made me a birthday cake. I don’t think it’s been since I got married, so at least 11 years (I love to bake, so…
this would be a long post if i had more brain
Lucy’s much perkier today, and is scent-glanding things and popping her claws on the cat tree, and consequently I’m much happier. Zilli is *extremely* sullen over Lucy getting gooshyfood and him not. Actually, he’s sullen in general. He thinks we’re paying too much attention to Lucy. I told him we’d paid lots of attention to him last year when he broke his leg, and that Lucy hadn’t hissed at *him*, but he doesn’t seem to care. Anyway. Things are getting better. We’re going up to Longford tomorrow to visit my…