Springing forward, sort of

[kathleen_dailey]

March slipped by before I noticed, apparently. Lots of activity, but only a few tangible results. Went looking at quite a number of apartments with Louisa, and now that her condo is sold she can focus on the new place. It's smaller, but it's in the neighbourhood she wanted, in a splendid building, with direct subway access and a very high-end shopping mall just an elevator ride away. Management has already replaced the brand-new white appliances with brand-new stainless steel appliances as requested, installed a new countertop, and fixed the few little glitches that we identified on the walkthrough. All that remains is for L. to shop for a couple of pieces of furniture, find a living-room rug that she loves, and move in. Much happiness and relief all around. I foresee a dogette in residence very, very soon.

I've been catching up on DW and LJ reading, including  lots of postings from people who haven't been around for a while. (Something in the air, maybe?) I think my decades-ago experience during the time of the notorious letterzine must have twisted me for life. I read a heartrending series of posts yesterday, and even while I was admiring the writing style of the poster and thinking how brave she was to be able to verbalize and publicly post such a lucid account of the terrible events in her life, a voice at the back of my head was saying, "I wonder whether all this is really true, or whether it will turn out be a hallucination or a writing exercise or a pointless experiment in manipulation, or maybe all three at the same time." So I'm not going to be posting any messages of support or sympathy, lest the whole narrative be revealed in due course as fiction. Thank you so much, creative but deeply crazy writer from my distant past, for making me suspect everyone's motives even now, and even when there's no objective reason to do so.

Fannish non-news remains fannish non-news. Ad Astra is this weekend, and although I gave five minutes' thought to possibly attending, in the end I decided not to. Just couldn't find the enthusiasm necessary. I'll experience it vicariously (and selectively) through friends' con reports. Someday the spark will spark again, but not just at the moment, it seems.