biker gunfights and fuzzy slippers

Wood screen handcarved by Jeff's grandfather,
who started Ridpath's Fine Furniture in Toronto
(the business is no longer in the family).


I've been highly amused at the responses so far to my challenge to make up a memory about me. For example:

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From "singlemaltsilk" in Livejournal:
"OVFF, 2001 maybe? I'm so bad with dates, they're all starting to run together these days, like those marbleized end papers you find in expensive books. Kinda pretty, actually... where was I? Oh yeah, OVFF whenever. I was at the banquet, talking with my tablemates when the room suddenly fell quiet. And there you were, framed in the doorway: all ivory skin and bias-cut black silk satin, your demurely lowered, sooty lashes completely at odds with the knowing smile that tugged at the corners of your carmined mouth. You waited, still, silent, infinitely patient, until every eye in the room was on you. Then, and only then, you daintily lifted the fishtail hem pooled about your feet, so that all could see your exquisitely detailed Ookla The Mok fuzzy slippers, Rand on your right foot, Adam on your left."

From Andy Beaton in Blatherchat:
"Back in the late eighties, Debbie and I robbed a cocaine dealer, left him duct-taped in a bus shelter and stole his Porsche. Boy, were we embarassed when we found his badge in the glove compartment! Fortunately, Debbie is a really fast driver and we got over the provincial border before the alert went out for us. She did get us away from the cops, so I guess I shouldn't blame her for ditching me when we got into that gunfight with those bikers. It was a lucky thing that the arm I lost there was the one with the alien implant from the time Debbie talked me into eating at that Welsh restaurant..."

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Handed in one of those digital photography articles I mentioned before, two more to go. Also doing research for the short story I'm doing with Michelle. I'm starting to type more and more each day. I'm being careful not to overdo it, and switch back to ViaVoice when my arms get sore. It's encouraging, though; if things keep improving as they are, looks like I should make a full recovery by the fall. May even be able to play flute and a bit of guitar at the Urban Tapestry concert at Confluence this July. Hey, and speaking of Confluence, sounds like my friend Michelle AND her husband Tom may be attending!

Tom was the guy who first introduced me to filk in the eighties, at an Ad Astra convention in Toronto. There was only -one- guy in the room, who had a copy of Minus Ten and Counting...no guitar or any other instrument. Tom and the guy sang through a couple of a capella songs. I was intrigued, but not hooked until I went back on my own a year or two later and found a rockin' filk room led by Kevin Davies. Eventually I started bringing my flute, but was too shy to even open the case in the beginning. Every so often, I'd run into a red-haired woman whose singing I adored. Little did I know that I'd someday be recording CDs with her. :-)

Hanging out with Rand today; we're going to a concert in Kitchener.



From my mom-in-law's garden. Anyone out there know what
type of flower this is? I forgot to ask her.

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