Back home from vacation, on which I discovered yet a third possibility for (not) blogging on vacation: I had Internet access, sort of, within limits; but I was just too exhausted. Just too wiped out. So I spent the week in real-world pursuits. Mostly just resting up, sleeping by night and taking naps by day.
Visited with my folks; my brother; and also my grandmother, who turned 102 a few weeks ago and is doing just fine, thank you.
At an antique mall I discovered a Samba set, with instructions: Samba is similar to Canasta, only played with three card decks instead of two. I wonder if there will ever again be a game craze over a classical game like Contract Bridge, Mah Jongg, or Canasta: somehow something in the culture no longer feels favorable to it. Nowadays a hundred flowers bloom, and conditions are no longer favorable to the blooming of a single rare blue flower.
I got new leather boots, to replace my old leather boots on which the soles were worn through and literally flopping loose: old leather boots too badly worn out to be worth resoling. Since I wear my leather boots something like seven days a week, getting a new pair was a necessity. Hope these new ones (Frye boots) will last me a good many years.
While I was at it, I also got some sandals. Birkenstocks. Yes, Birkenstocks. Now (with apologies to Rod Dreher) I am a genuine Birkenstocked Burkean crunchy con.
Oh, and another piece of fiction is in the pipeline. Soon. Maybe tomorrow. Surely by the end of the week. This one has been building in me for a long, long time.