Queen of Hearts, Hand of Fate: 174

Tonight I went to a Dumb Supper. At it, you bring food that reminds you of someone who’s passed on, and while you eat, there’s no talking, as you reflect on those people, the past year, and whatever else crosses your mind. (Beforehand, you explain the significance of the dish that you brought.) It was really lovely, and I was chuffed to be invited, and sorry Ken couldn’t make it. I made German potato salad for Grandma D, who lived with us from the time I was born. Truth be told, it was more German potato mush, but it tasted right, and everyone should be glad I didn’t try to make chicken and rice. I also brought Pepperidge Farm cookies for Grandma L, who lived in a big city in NJ (at least, it felt like a big city to my little rural sensibilities), and shopped at delis. PF cookies were, like, exotic grown-up cookies compared the Chips Ahoy we dunked in our milk at home.

Meanwhile, World Fantasy Con is this weekend. I’m trying not to be grumpy. Some folks who also aren’t there are jokingly starting BitterCon. Heh.

My hair looks really good tonight. Dammit. Now I have nowhere to go.

I think I’m off on the wordcount of the story and what day I wrote on. I spent a lot of time working on it tonight, and I know I wrote more than that. Then again, I did cut some stuff, so it’s hard to say. I have to finish it tomorrow. Have to. And I’ve got to get my butt in gear about copy editing, too.

This morning there was a chance that Ken was going to be delayed even longer. The good news is that the Korea trip is now tentatively 17 Nov. to 18 Dec. (“good” being relative, given that he’ll miss the annual Homeless Waifs T’giving Party). Tonight, he said that the Portland folks were recommending he come home for the weekend (“Are you sure your wife’s okay with all of this?” “Yes, she rocks.”) and then come back up for a week. I can deal with that. If I can get the copy editing done early, then I can go with him, even. Which would be very cool. I picked up the Rough Guide to the Pacific Northwest today (along with the Rough Guide to the Southwest, and two presents)—even if he’ll be busy working, it’s nice to know what’s around, potentially. It may come down to this company wanting him for about a week per month, which would essentially be his former month’s salary. Potentially, we could ride the bike up each month, and factor in some sightseeing time. All “maybe” right now, but fun to think about.