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So they called the first real rain of the season today at about 5:30, and I'm up the mountain at Gloria's until 7:30 or 8. I'll swing by the "hub" -- a house where the stuff is dropped off -- to see if I can help, but I expect by the time I get there all the excitement will be over. And I found some nifty rain pants at the Goodwill today, too, when I took Gloria there.

October fourth and the rainy season has begun, more or less. It's really more of what I call "will it really rain again?" season. Because sometimes the first rain is followed by a dry spell. It also puts me in an awkward position re the boy who I'm not really letting sleep on my couch (because I just can't stand having him there all the time, sorry). I meant to have him set up before now, but I don't. I may have to let him sleep there a few more times, which will annoy Frank and Emma and the nice fellow very much. While it was summer, and dry and warm enough at night, I could afford to be cold about it.

Even though our climate is completely clement, it is not healthy to get wet here and stay wet for a long time. Every year a few people die out there -- usually old, ill, or alcoholic or junkies, but occasionally a young healthy sober person too.

This just in: the FBI has decided that there is some criminality involved in the spinach fiasco and has raided Grower's Express, a packing company which has not been mentioned in any of the reports or investigations till now. They say they're investigating allegations that somebody somewhere might not have taken all the necessary steps to insure spinach safety before putting the bagged salads into interstate commerce.

You know what? This is bullshit. They can't find contaminants at the packing sheds they've already looked at. They won't find contaminants in the office records of this company either. What they're doing is seizing on an opportunity to make the Office of Homeland Security look like it gives a damn about something. By turning it into an FBI action instead of an FDA action, they've turned it from a medical and scientific issue into a political one. (that is, they've robbed the issue of its last scientific vestiges and thrown it into the depths of political maneuvering).

On another front, I'm doing substantial rewrites on Afterwar because I have seen all these places where my men of action can actually act.

Futurismic didn't want "convoy."

And I'm thinking about expanding "what to do with a thousand lemons" into a bookful of flash fictions with lemon recipes. Is that a good idea?
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seven little men: fantasy magazine
convoy: son and foe: this is a mistake, apparently, as I had already resubmitted it to intergalactic playground, having misread my notes, damnit. I'll deal with it if it comes up. I guess.
able and available: aberrant dreams. tasmanian flower basket: um, I have to look it up.

more tonight.

edited: I already got the rejection for seven little men. I can't believe how fast. Three hours?
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I sent Convoy to the Washington Future address that Brenda Clough sent me. I sent Dog to Quantum Muse.

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