Bill Paley (mycroftca) wrote,
Bill Paley

I awoke at a pretty reasonable hour, sleeping until my body was ready to wake up. Soon, I was off to the convention, following in my spouse's wake. She was working the autograph tables with her quilting squares, but resting her weary feet.

I did another round of the huckster's room, finding that one booth had opened from the previous day, and this one had a variety of naval and other Napoleonic and Victorian adventure tales. Some of these had been on my Amazon Wish List for half a decade...and she had them at discount! I grabbed seven titles, and hankered after a few more. I noted that she had a number of adventure novels by a guy named Henty who wrote quite a few at the end of the 19th, and beginning of the 20th Centuries...there was one there that just showed up on Project Gutenberg LAST NIGHT!!! I understand they reprint (note that these books are in the public domain) them for folks who prefer books to electrons, but hey, free is free.

They day wore on; I chatted with Cousin David somewhere in all of this; got to a Military SF panel that wasn't as good as the one in Chicago last year, but I got a line on a series I may pursue. I also heard a Bedlam Bards concert; they were amusing. Finally, I sat in on a discussion about Browncoats having a Kickstarter or similar project to try to fund a new movie, TV series, or Netflix series; the consensus of the panel was that without Fox's go-ahead, it ain't gonna happen. Woe.

We had lunch in the mall's food court; it was cheap calories. We had dinner at Boudro's on the Riverwalk; they seated us outside, in the heat and humidity, rather than inside in the air conditioning, and that colored my response to the meal. The steak was cooked properly, and the chimichurri didn't overwhelm the taste of beef. Pretty good, but thirsty work in the heat. Follow that with a stop for ice cream, and call it a night.

One good thing: *I* had left my wife's new shoes with her inserts at home; she's been suffering since. Our friend stopped by our home, and picked up and overnight shipped the shoes; her feet are painless at present. Thank goodness. Did I mention that it was MY FAULT?

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