I’m in a pensive mood today. I’m depressed over what has happened to the Hugo awards and to Worldcon. I haven’t really addressed the Sad/Rabid Puppy mess because when two of the most respected figures in our field — George R.R. Martin and Connie Wills — have weighed in there really isn’t much for me to say except — boys, you’re whining and it shows.
I’m also very homesick for New Mexico. My return to L.A. was uneventful, but now I’m into a frenzy of unloading stuff at the new place, lugging really large boxes out of the storage unit, preparing for movers on Monday which means I have to pack like crazy over the weekend. Fortunately I don’t have a lot of things in California. Still it feel daunting.
At the new townhouse I discovered that the deadbolt catches when I try to unlock the door, and I lacked the strength to force it. I had to call my realtor to come and get the door opened. The sellers were so kind and left me an orchid plant and a bottle of champagne. I’ll open it with friends once I get moved in. Still the place seems like a set and not a home. This was only the second time I’m seen the place. I offered on it after seeing it once. Have I made a mistake? I don’t know yet.
After off loading some things I headed to the barn. Everyone has gone to the World Cup in Las Vegas. I was ambivalent about going, but now it feels like I’m missing the party. I was going to ride Vento, but I couldn’t fine my saddle and by the time I had located my tack it was getting late. It was funny when Vento heard my voice he gave a stallion “bugle”. I’ve never heard him to that before. All the grooms starting laughing, and said he was giving me what for and indeed he was.
After the barn I headed to the market and the storage unit, and now I’m trying to figure out where and what to eat for dinner. The other strange thing is having no television and only my personal hotspot for internet. I turned it off while I was away for so long, but now I’m regretting that. I can’t even fire up the XBox because without wireless throughout the condo I can’t get to the cloud saved games. Sometimes I think I rely on the television to fill the silence, as a surrogate for companionship.
Which bring me to the final most pensive thing. Someone who was very dear to me has pulled away. Even though I didn’t see him often there was this sense that he was near and available. The ground seems shaky now that he’s gone. I wish I could do anger better. All I feel is sad.