My family (sans
cowabungaflip_ and
hamzakhiroun) are home, I am ploughing though that long list of books (Runaways and Screwtape are both done, with a solid dent made into Female Chauvinist Pigs, which I often find myself unwilling to put down) and getting back to work tommorow and over the next week. With my family back home, the end of summer feels even closer. I know I keep rehashing that theme - maybe because the end of the season is going to bring about such displacement, which I at once anticipate and dread.
Though the local Storyteller's Guild does not meet in the summer, a former storytelling classmate, Peg, has invited me to their summer picnic. I'm really quite pleased with the idea, because the more I do now, the more likely I am follow up on this. This may result in missing game on the thirteenth, as the picnic runs from something like four to seven. Once lingering and travel time is factored in, I may not make it back in time. Still, should be worth it!
I'm told the storytelling community is full of older ladies and gentlemen. Said classmate (I'd PEG her as in early forties - sorry for the pun!) says she is very definitely on the younger end of the spectrum, so imagine where a twenty-one year old fits in! Still, I've always gotten along far better with my elders than my peers (teacher's pet, teacher's pet), so I am not worried about feeling alienated.