Well, summer seems like it thundered by even faster than usual, and now, somehow, it’s autumn. We’ve been in the Sage House for two months. Nearly four months have gone by since we were in Outer Banks. I attribute this blink-and-you-missed it summer to — aside from, you know, physics — to taking care of majorly sick dogs and packing up and moving from one city to another. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath the last few months, just trying to get through the next day, week, month — and only now feel like I can exhale.
Here’s hoping the rest of the year slows down a little bit, and we all have more time to breathe.
I’ve been trying to make the most of the cooler weather: windows open, working on the front porch, walking to get coffee a couple times a week. Today I walked over to the Short North to pick up a book from Prologue Books I’d ordered a few weeks ago. The proximity of being within walking distance to cool places like a bookstore is one of the things that I love about being a Columboner.
The book is a new edition of SOURDOUGH, by Robin Sloan, author of the wonderful MR. PENUMBRA’S 24-HOUR BOOKSTORE.
This past week was pretty remarkable in that Jess and I did two, count ‘em, two fun things that involved actually leaving the house.
Last night we caught a showing of RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK on the silver screen, which is always fun, but what made it really nifty is that the soundtrack was performed live by the Columbus Symphony, who fucking nailed John Williams’s score.
Even niftier: Jess and I were the only ones (at least on the orchestra level) who were dressed appropriately.
Then last Sunday we trekked back to Dayton for Beg Your Parton, a Banned Books Week event held to raise money for Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library. Only maybe a dozen people, including my group of six, showed up at Tender Mercy, the venue, but we more than made up for the low attendance with the vast quantity of drinks we bought. And I got to spend more time with people I don’t see often enough. It was a perfect evening.