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March 2017



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LepreCon has been survived. It was a lot of fun. The book-fan track was intimate, and if you weren't there you missed (among other things) an impromptu concert by coffeeem (with truepenny and me singing what passes for harmony around here) at the Shadow Unit soundtrack panel, a fascinating conversation on forensics with Nora Rankin, a DNA analyst, and so much other fabulous stuff that it's all a blur.

Last night after the con ended, truepenny and I hiked up that butte again and watched the sun set from the top in gusting winds (I have such a crush on your buttes, Phoenix). Dusty purple mountains against a luminous, cloud-streaked sky--all floating in a sea of lights.

Then we wandered around until we found a sandwich place (Bison Witches), and ate turkey sammiches in the warm wind. One of those absolutely perfect nights.

Now I am using the free wireless in Sky Harbor airport and watching the sun rise over a different terminal.

Soon, I will be on a plane for six and a half hours. Looks like it will be completely full, but I have the leftovers from my goodie bag to sustain me. And then I will be home, where I keep my dog, my cat, and my own bed.

These things seem very important right now.


Hello minion! My minions here have just booked our trip to the Eurocon in Stockholm, and I have noticed that you are on a panel to which I need to be added! I think you can guess which one.
Your presence would grace any panel, Dread Lord.
If you don't mind my asking, which butte? I grew up in Tempe, moved 21 years ago, and miss Arizona a lot sometimes.

I'm glad you and others had a good time at LepreCon.
(the local answers)

That would be Hayden Butte or "A" mountain.
I will give Phoenix this: it does give good butte.

Now I tell the story about my great-aunts, whether you want to hear it or not.

My grandpa had died, and his sister Shirley's answering machine was full, could not take more messages. So we were asking their sister Bettie whether there was another way we could reach her, e-mail or cell phone or something, to let her know of his death.

Aunt Bets: "Why, sure, honey! Her e-mail is Butt Buddy at [service provider redacted]."
Me: "...Butt Buddy?"
Aunt Bets: "It's spelled a little funny, here, I'll spell it for you. B-u-t-t-e-b-u-d-d-y at-sign--"
Me: "Oh! Aunt Bets, that's butte buddy."
Aunt Bets: "Pardon?"
Me: "Like the land formation. A butte."
Aunt Bets: "Oh! Well, I guess that makes sense too."

Why it made sense to my little old auntie that my other little old auntie had butt buddy for her e-mail is something I have tried to avoid thinking much of. I just repeat to myself, "Buttes, she lives out near the buttes."
Ah, the land of butts and messes.

Very shapely.
And then I will be home, where I keep my dog, my cat, and my own bed.

These things seem very important right now.

Because they are important. Loffs.
Thanks for coming!!!! We greatly enjoyed the panels and how intimate they were. ;)

(I got a smug text from my husband about the private concert.)
Hee. That was a lot of fun. Audience of one is still an audience!