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I am exceptionally tired and exceptionally happy. I haven't spent the time I meant to spend with all the friends I've seen this weekend (life intervened, as I said) but I did get to say 'hi' to bunches of old friends. Two of us are thinking that, since we've known each other forty years, it might be time to celebrate. My mother's reaction to this was "Huh. I've known some of my friends for seventy years." I wondered aloud whether she would be happy if I had known M for seventy years. It would mean I had been born when my mother was .... young.

This has been a fabulous Purim weekend. I've done lots of the religiously appropriate things and even more of the fun things. Mostly, though, I've been surrounded by amazing people--

(Hack. Hack! kittygopounce says hello and much love to you all and much love to GP who must take care of herself since the Kitten is not here to chatter at you and clean up for you.)

One of the amazing people hijacked my LJ on the way out the door. I plan to have a quiet day and evening, mostly watching DVDs and sorting stuff, but also maybe eating the 1920s icecream that currently inhabits my freezer. I left the Kitten with a ton of food for her next two days and she left me with food (the healthy food - she took all the evil snackfood) and tidiness, so we're both very pleased with the other.

Tomorrow posting will be back to normal as tomorrow life will be back to normal. What I'm amazed at is that I've had two weekends with different bunches of friends and both have been so utterly fabulous. If my life keeps on doing this I might have to stop grumping!

The big accomplishment of the weekend (apart from friends and food and much happiness) was that most of my paper was sorted. I started sorting to make chairs available for Friday's guests, but I just sort of tiddled my way through more piles until I really only have a respectable amount of paper in my life at this moment. Today I intend to add the novel notes to the novel and put data into the file it needs to go in and have two little piles less. It's quite extraordinary to know where so many papers are. If I can get rid of the last skerrick and catch up, then, who knows, I might be able to do my taxes!

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Most of my friends didn't go to the Folk festival this year, so I was expecting just to spend a quiet day with the Kitten. She was very understanding when I kept running into friends and more friends and more friends. Four from my childhood and all the others a bit more recent. It turned out that only the international dancers were absent. The morris dancers were there and so were the Colonial and so were the musicians. I do wonder what it would have been like if I knew lots of people...

I'm still dwelling on the fact that friends are everywhere. And I'm still sorry we had to leave early and didn't get to see the Velas properly. My mind is a little more together than it was first thing this morning, at least. I don't know what anyone made of that post, but it was a clear example of how weather changes can muddle my brain. Outside now is cool but sunny - the beautiful autumn weather has finally arrived!

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I've been reading Farthing tonight. I was really enjoying it until there was just one Mitford echo too many. Now I can't get Love in a Cold Climate out of my head and Walton sounds like a pale imitation. Which she isn't, really, she's writing another sort of book entirely. I wish an editor who knew Mitford had combed through and made sure that the echoes weren't quite so strong, because I really, really like the book (and have told my mother she has to read it). I also think WAlton gets the antisemitism thing wrong, but that's one of those things that's almost impossible to get right. And drabbit, now I'm echoing Walton echoing Mitford.