"the isolation of her failing ear / the frustration of her world growing smaller"

And now, this week, I have finally seen an instance of a car driving up to the office building, a woman getting out of the driver's seat and heading in and a man switching from passenger to driver's seat to take off. Instead of the other permutations.

Also this week, for first time in decades, I heard a bat. Not the sonar squeak -- it was chittering as it flew. But still -- heard a bat.

And not this week, but next month, I'm heading to a convention in a new genre for me. Which is not to say I haven't been reading origami books since I was 8, but I've never attended an origami convention -- closest I've come is a couple meetings of a local origami-and-Japanese-culture group. It will be interesting to see how the community will be similar to and different from the fandoms I usually orbit. It will also, I suspect, be a blast: three days of workshops, a dealer's room, exhibition hall, and the chance to geek out with fellow folders. And possibly fanboy a few times.

---L.

Subject quote from "Farewell, Margaret," Penelope Swales.