suenix

It has been a long , long time since I last posted.
I have had a laid back sort of fall.

Here is the good.

I have finished one of the season's shows already. It was a comedy review by The Second
City. But all the costumes were really more like props . So I spent 5 weeks reading books
and surfing the net while the show was happening down the hall.
They were a great cast , but it was a rather boring run for me.

This week we are starting Christmas Carol. It was been alarmingly easy so far.
We go into full dress on Sunday. That will be the test.

I have a new great nephew, born Nov 5th. But I have yet to receive any photos. He is healthy
and thriving, so I can wait.

I have been wallowing in the cheestastic goodness that is True Blood. I expected to like it, as I
am a long time fan of the books. But I didn't think I would reach the true fannish levels that I have.
But there is only one week left. I'm going to miss my fucked up southern gothic vampire show.
It is coming back next summer though. By then I feel I will need the escape more than ever.


But It does leave my plate clear for the final run of episodes of Battlestar Galactica.
I just know that this is going to hurt. But I think I will be able to go back and re watch this series.
And that is more than I can say of most of the shows I've followed in recent years.

Our crazy puppy is 11 months old now. He is almost 20 pounds and very dog like.
He is beginning to learn how to entertain himself. It is great to see him work things out for himself.

Now for the bad.

In 1995 I met up with a group of online fans of Anne Rice. We organized a trip to New Orleans to
attend her Halloween Ball. We filled the weekend with fun and frivolity. We still correspond daily
through a list maintained by our friend known as Ruby. She has Chron's Disease.
She has fought this illness off for over 14 years but , this time, she is losing the fight. Even if she pulls through,
this bout she will , at best , be on a feeding tube. It is hard to think of the vital and fun loving person
we know forced to live that way. I just keeping saying to myself , It's not the years in your life, it's the life in your years.

Till next time.