After evicting the huge spider from the house, I had a half-finger of scotch.

Went with Mom, Meghan, and the bambina to Magnuson Park.

Mowed the lawn, first time this year.

Finished reading The Steerswoman by Rosemary Kirstein. A kind of a fantasy novel about a group of (mostly) women who gather and share knowledge, and a group of (mostly) men who hoard it, this feels like the kind of story that a younger Ursula K. Le Guin might have written.

Finished reading The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey. I read it compulsively, but it was really hard, about sexism and abuse and surviving them. It didn’t help that the protagonist — or at least the narrator, maybe she’s not the protagonist — is not especially likeable. I’m glad I read this, but I can’t easily recommend it.

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted here. All is well.

Finished reading Saving Time by Jenny Odell. I read it slowly and sporadically, as I do with a lot of nonfiction, and I’m not sure what to make of it. There seem to be some deep insights about how we perceive time and how parts of it are a social construction, along with digressions about labor and inequity that Odell manages to pull back to the main topic, along with bits that feel a little too woo-woo for me.

Walked from Northgate to tonight’s game at Nathan’s: 17k steps, nine miles, 3⅓ hours (including a bit of indecision at Chuck’s).

Meghan and I got far enough into the bathroom sink drain to realize we need to call a plumber. Fortunately we know a good one.

Today’s kitchen victories: blueberry scones with clotted cream, fettuccine Alfredo with roasted mushrooms, steamed artichokes, and scout mint ice cream.

Quick run to the Children’s ER this morning, but all is well, and the kid was discharged in record time (about two hours).

Yesterday, we applied for a new passport for the bambina.

In our ongoing game last weekend, my character lost a battle of wills with a corrupt runesword— extremely unlikely by the odds on the dice, but it fits perfectly into the overall story.

Had Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and the kids over for dinner (corned beef, roasted vegetables, and Irish soda bread).

Finished reading Dead Country by Max Gladstone, book seven or one in a series, depending how you count. (It’s seven, I think.) Anyway, interestingly, this book sort of rhymed with Gladstone’s previous, Last Exit, sharing some motifs, but I think this was the better book: tighter and with less clumsy preaching.