So I did actually finish another book last night - Dragonwriter: A Tribute to Anne McCaffrey and Pern. It is, as you’d expect, a tribute – quite a lovely one. The Pern books were among the first fantasy novels I read (science fiction, technically, I suppose). They were my gateway to the sci-fi and fantasy sections in the library when I was a kid, and really got me started. She died in 2011, and the tribute book is a lovely collection of remembrances and interviews. I suppose you’d have to be a fan to really want to read it. There’s some previously unpublished cover art in the book, too, which was quite nice. Book number ninety-four for the year, that. I’m not sure what will be ninety-five.
Warm here, though the leaves are turning and there are spots where there are already quite a few on the ground. Apparently there is an enormous wasp problem in Calgary – so much so that it’s making the local news. Wasps everywhere! Neighbourhoods under siege! Wickedly angry wasps!
I don’t think it’s so much that we’re overrun with wasps (we’re not, says the city – it’s apparently a typical year) as the post-flood mood. Anything that happens now results in a knee jerk reaction. WE HAVE SO MANY WASPS! IT’S WAY TOO HOT NOW! THE LEAVES ARE TURNING EARLY! Everything is just a bit too much, I suppose, and then suddenly we have stories about how wasps are angrily taking over our neighbourhoods.
I suspect things will start to calm down after the first frost. Although people are already speaking gloomily of the winter to come, and how bad will it be…that sort of thing. I think the city is still collectively rattled (I lump myself into that statement, too).
Granted, if there were a lot of wasps hanging around Chez Heather, I’d probably be pretty knee jerk about it. Wasps are jerks, man. Real jerks.