Saturday, June 20th, 2026 08:41 pm
Occurs to me that one explanation for 'why not light at 9 pm' is that, just as 5 pm in early December is darker than 5 pm at the actual solstice for some geographical reason I still don't have a handle on, so evening in early/ middle June is lighter than at present. The days may actually be longer overall now, but the hours of daylight have shifted to earlier. So I missed the 9 pm sun by about ten days.

The never-ending saga of dustpans continues. I lose dustpans almost as regularly as I lose bookmarks,  pens, handkerchiefs, and socks. I know I have at least three red dustpans but can only find the kitchen one. The upstairs dustpan has vanished. The larger rectangular one that I use for sweeping up twigs, cherries, catkins, tree dust etc. is downstairs and staying downstairs because I will lose it if I take it upstairs and will never find another. So the kitchen dustpan is going upstairs to sweep the study and I must remember to bring it back to sweep the kitchen with.

Weighed myself yesterday and I have ballooned again,  oh woe. Weighed myself this morning-- to remind me why I must not drink, especially not when using an antibiotic cream which for all I know acts like antibiotic pills-- and evidently dropped a kilo overnight. Which is nice but disconcerting.

Must get to the laundromat still. Is summer meaning I sleep on sheets with bare legs and feet and occasionally arms, means sheets must be changed once a week. If only the owner would fix his dryers... But have changed sheet and turned mattress so go me.
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Saturday, June 20th, 2026 06:17 pm
The Healing Hippo of Hinode Park by Michiko Aoyama

This is not a novel. It is a short-story cycle. It revolves about an apartment building where various people have various problems, and their visits to the hippo figure that children can ride in Hinode Park, and the story people tell of its being able to heal things. Each of them resolves issues, and delicate threads go from one story to the next.
Saturday, June 20th, 2026 01:33 pm
This is a prayer for sunshine and darkness. This is a prayer for Litha. This is a prayer for shifting the balance and this is a prayer for Resistance.

At Litha, Demeter holds on so tight that her grasp begins to weaken. At Litha, Persephone’s will to run courses anew. Today, it seems that Demeter will win. Things will stay the same. Her power has grown. Tomorrow, Persephone pulls imperceptibly away. Things will never be the same. Power is shifting.

This is a prayer for sunshine and darkness. This is a prayer for Litha. This is a prayer for shifting the balance and this is a prayer for Resistance.

We are the shifters. Litha pulses in our veins. Like Demeter, we hold to what we have and, like her daughter, we pull towards what we could be. We are the sunshine and we are the darkness. We are the balance and we are the shift. We are the prayer for Resistance.

This is a prayer for sunshine and darkness. This is a prayer for Litha. This is a prayer for shifting the balance and this is a prayer for Resistance.


-- by Hecate Demeter
Friday, June 19th, 2026 08:24 pm
La Fille mal gardée - Pas de ruban from Act I (Marianela Nuñez and Carlos Acosta).

Found this on YouTube a bit ago, and have watched it one million times. It's genuinely the cutest thing.

(Still low-key on my ballet bullshit, by which I mostly mean watching random clips on youtube. I have some whole ones saved to watch when I have time to sit for a couple hours.)
Friday, June 19th, 2026 08:56 pm
Saw the walk-in doctor about my still itchy leg-- and paid the cost of an hour massage for ten minutes of his time, which is half again as much as I was quoted two years ago-- to be diagnosed with cellulitis, my old friend from 20 years back. Obviously I absolutely must avoid getting insect bites.  But also, apparently what you must not use on cellulitis is cortisone cream, so now I have something else instead. We shall see how it works. He did ask why I hadn't been to see my own doctor and I cited the distance and need for a walker, but should have said because her secretary still hasn't got back to me whenI called two days ago. Yeah, there's that.

The wind still gusts about which is fine by me. Keeps the city cool, though it nearly cost me my hat at the intersection. But it's such a waste: did a wash and had to hang it from chandelier and upstairs railing because birds and cherries.  Also I'm wondering when we'll do the 'light after nine' solstice thing that I remember from the 90s, because we're within days of it and I'm sorry, but it's dark out there at 9.
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Friday, June 19th, 2026 08:15 am
There's a particular type of alternate history whose premise is: what if [fill in the blank past society] industrialized? (Rome is a particular magnet for this.)

The challenge of such speculation is that we have precisely one data point for what de novo industrialization looks like. Many parts of the world have industrialized, but they've done it by adopting the concepts and technologies developed elsewhere. As a result, our explanations for how it happens run the risk of being just-so stories, with no way to test them and see if they're correct. Those being the only explanations we have, though, we pretty much have to go with them whenever we attempt to depict either an alternate historical industrialization, or this process happening in a secondary world.

But before we ask what it takes to industrialize, we should first look at what industrialization is.

I'm going to give a simple answer to this. An industrial society is one that's figured out mechanized methods of production, rather than everything having to be done by hand. In order make that mechanization work, we had to harness new sources of energy -- specifically, fossil fuels -- and then reorganize labor around creating and operating the machines. As a consequence of such changes, a society of this type develops more specialized division of labor, and also tends to support higher, denser populations.

So: how do you get there from an agrarian society where muscles provide most of the power?

Obviously this is in large part a technological question. A Bronze Age society can't industrialize for the simple reason that their metallurgy can't support the kinds of technology necessary for powerful steam engines; hunter-gatherers, even less so. Even an iron-working society can't necessarily manage it, because a boiler capable of surviving useful levels of pressure isn't something any old blacksmith can bang together. But technology is only one side of the equation, and if all you're looking at is the metallurgy, it's easy to think that surely any place with good blacksmiths could figure it out -- that it's pure chance no other time period industrialized. In reality, you also have to ask yourself, what are we making these machines for?

Yes, aeolipiles -- primitive steam turbines -- existed nearly two thousand years before the Industrial Revolution got rolling. But they were essentially toys, producing very little power and using up tons of fuel to do it. They had no practical function. It took a completely different design to arrive at a steam engine that could do anything useful . . . and the odds that anybody was going to put in the work for that design were low, because what purpose would it serve?

When your vision of the Industrial Revolution is that change at its height, with massive engines driving locomotives or machines that fill whole rooms, you miss how inefficient, ineffective, and unreliable early steam engines were. Even if some Greek inventor tinkered around with the aeolipile or asked "I wonder if there's a better approach?", he would wind up spending tons of money and effort on making a device that still wasn't worth it. The argument I've seen -- the best just-so story we have for the Industrial Revolution -- is that it started where it did and when it did because eighteenth-century Britain found itself in a situation where even a kind of crappy steam engine was better than no engine at all: coal was needed for heating purposes, their coal mines had gotten deep enough that they were flooding with water, and oh look, the fuel you need for the engine is right there where you'll be using it. No need to pay for transporting it anywhere. The economics worked out to make that a problem worth solving with a new technological development.

Coal has been used for a long time in cooking and heating, but we've tended to go for the easy surface deposits first, and to switch away from it when those become less accessible. The roots of Britain's industrialization probably lie in deforestation and the more intensive mining of coal in the century or two leading up to the development of actual steam engines -- a set of circumstances that didn't prevail in, say, Rome. They handled their mechanical problems with slave labor and had much less need for coal, living where they did; as near as I can tell, peninsular Italy had very little coal anyway (compared to Britain). So trying to invent a steam engine there would be a solution in search of a problem to solve: not a situation that favors the kind of technological development that has to pass through multiple not-very-effective stages before it gets to the good stuff.

And the good stuff, as you all probably learned in school, is steam engines that are smooth and efficient enough to be useful in textile production. Once you have those, it's worth the cost to build them in places other than on top of coal mines and transport coal to them. Other uses, too, but after the water-pumping prologue, textile industrialization really is Act I of the Industrial Revolution, because it's an easy place for a better (but still not amazing) engine to make a difference. So here, again, the just-so story says Britain was the right place at the right time: they had huge industries in both wool and (thanks to colonialism) cotton, meaning that productivity gains in something as basic as the spinning of thread could produce absolutely explosive growth. Everything after that -- trains and steamships and cool steampunk gadgets -- is flying on the momentum created by coal mining and thread.

Of course, all of this is the mundane path to industrialization. In a speculative world, it's entirely possible to change the starting conditions and create a different trajectory; so long as it still follows the general pattern of "non-muscle energy source allows for new, mechanized, mass production," it will feel industrial. If that energy source is the discovery of a vein of some mineral which, when a small quantity is placed into a device, becomes an abundant form of power, maybe nobody has to slowly iterate through crappy devices to reach a point where it makes economic sense to transport the stuff elsewhere. Or it's a method of channeling magical power from the sky, recently discovered by an innovative sorcerer, which turns out to be useful for some productive task. (Quite possibly it's still textiles: as noted in the previous essay, those are, alongside food, one of the basic survival requirements that have historically demanded the most time and labor.)

I'll admit to ambivalent feelings about that latter example, because of what kind of magic I like in my stories. An industrialized form of magic is one that, by definition, can be depersonalized. At that point, no matter what words you attach to it, I no longer find it very magical: it's just technology by a different name. I can still enjoy stories in such a setting; I'll just enjoy them for reasons other than the magic. And I freely admit this is a personal opinion, not one shared by every reader. For worldbuilding purposes, it's entirely fine to create a speculative twist on the process of industrialization -- and then it helps to understand what does and does not make sense!

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/SbcH2d)
Thursday, June 18th, 2026 08:40 pm
Some of the spelling may be off. A petition to the Chancery Court of England, from the late 1400s:
Long paragraph, no punctuation of any kind )
Thursday, June 18th, 2026 09:58 pm
The wind rushed around in the dirty town-- well, not that dirty perhaps, but certainly messy, thanks to the wind: twigs falling all about as the branches whipped in the gales. It rained all last night and was supposed to rain all today. Didn't,  but the clouds were never reassuring so I stayed in. My green bin went out last night and was properly picked up at 9:30, but recycle has only once come before noon since it went private, so I held off on putting out the bulky sidewalk-blocking bin. Filled it up and set it out at 4, and the truck came by at 5:15.

I wanted to get to the laundromat but that wasn't today. I turns out that I have two clean bath towels so no pressing need there. I might want to do the tops that would normally line-dry, and use the laundry's dryers instead, but I don't have that many of those either. 

Finished little last week. Platform Decay, and a John Rhodes set at the beginning of WW2, with civilian units readying to defend  the possible landing stages of the enemy and put out fires from bombing raids etc. The blurb said it was a Dr Priestley only it wasn't. Did read one, The Motor Rally Mystery, which was nicely misleading especially for a Dr. Priestley. But mostly I played around with an Excel spreadsheet and my old calendars, charting the vagaries of my weight for the last fifteen years. Well, last dozen, because my entries became sparse once I began breakfasting upstairs in November of '21. I was surprised that I kept it up through most of 2022 but after that there's a sad falling off.
Thursday, June 18th, 2026 08:28 pm
This weekend is 4th Street Fantasy in Minneapolis and I will be attending on Friday night and Sunday and am on a panel on Sunday morning. Why am I skipping Saturday? I need to work at DreamHaven, seeing as last weekend I did an event in Lindstrom at Wolfe Tomes Books and next weekend, is Twin Cities Pride and that will eat the weekend. So, bit of a bummer and I won't get to see as much of out of town friends as I hoped.
At any rate, the panel I am on:

Don’t Feign the Reaper: How To (Fictionally) Cheat Death

11:30 AM
Catherine Lundoff, Scott Lynch (M), Phil Margolies, Merc Wolfmoor, Maureen Zahn

Reincarnations, resurrections, and outright retcons; identity swaps and confused narrators; convenient comas, handy misunderstandings, and when, all else fails, a big divine handwave. Killing a character and then taking it back might be quite literally the oldest trick in the book* and yet, to this date, it feels as if we still haven’t quite figured out how to do it right. A clumsy aversion of fate can leave readers feeling just as cheated as the guy with the robe and the scythe. And yet, a well-orchestrated escape from the noose, axe, or other instrument of death can be the most rewarding moment in a story. So let’s talk about how to cheat death, and how particularly to do it in fantastic fiction where characters faced with death may well indeed have the power to flip the chessboard and change the rules.

* It depends on if you count Tablet Twelve as part of the Epic of Gilgamesh, or an extra scene tacked on to explain things to the audience. Seriously, we’ve been doing that forever too.

What else is going on? Working at the bookstore, plugging the Pride StoryBundle, writing, trying to line up sources of income and so forth. I did get a short story that I liked completed and submitted, so there's that. 
 

Thursday, June 18th, 2026 06:06 pm
I mentioned at the start of this month that I had a new flash story in Lightspeed; now it is free to read online! Or you can follow the same link to listen to it instead, narrated by Stefan Rudnicki. As the title implies, "I Cut Off a Monster’s Arm. AITA?" is modeled after the type of Reddit post where someone posts about an incident in their life, seeking reassurance that they're not the one at fault in that situation (or sometimes confirmation that, yeah, they done screwed up). It's also one of a small but possibly growing number of flash stories I've written based around Japanese yōkai tales -- the third one will be out at the end of this month or the beginning of the next!

As usual, you can buy the entire issue of Lightspeed containing my story for $4.99, or subscribe for a whole year at $41.92. It's great to be able to read things free online, but it's also great for the magazines that publish them to be able to stay in business!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/JjsfB9)
Wednesday, June 17th, 2026 06:12 pm
Note: This post is for me thinking thoughts out loud. I intend to discuss these issues with my medical team when I move onto the physical therapy part of my process. I am not specifically interested in advice from other parties, unless you have experience that seems very directly related to what I'm describing.

I've been meaning to post these thoughts for the last week, but honestly the workarounds for posting one-handed mean that after I've worked on the lesbian history blog posts, I am usually done for the day.

Here's the basic problem: I have been very gradually having issues with balance and recovery from almost falling. I've noticed it in processes like getting in and out of boats back when I was doing dragon-boating and I notice it regularly when doing yardwork, especially when I'm on uneven ground or I'm working around the edges of raised beds. I have become very careful on ladders. And as I discussed a couple years ago when I bought my recumbent tricycle, I had several instances where I would stop at a stoplight put my foot down and then have it collapse under me and fall sideways. Very slowly.

Now there are several components involved here. One is the nerve damage in my right leg which means that certain muscles just aren't there for me. If I hit the wrong angle, it's hard to recover automatically. But I also seem to have a constant, if low level, degree of – not quite vertigo - more like not being entirely aligned to gravity. (I've been idly wondering whether there's any relationship between this phenomenon and the tinnitus I've had for the last quarter century.) I'll take a step, especially if I'm turning at the same time, and my body won't realize that I'm not maintaining verticality until I find myself staggering sideways to avoid falling. Separate from this, I've always had problems with not quite knowing where my body is in space. Witness the number of times I've stubbed toes due to not recognizing that there was an object where I was about to put my foot.

Another part of it is that my feet just can't quite move fast enough to catch myself properly when I get off balance. The part of it is just an expected aspect of getting older is that I no longer have the reflexes of a gymnast. I can recall when tripping and falling meant going into a tuck and roll and ending up on my feet again. That doesn't happen anymore. Maybe there are exercises I could do to get some of my flexibility back again. It would be nice to be able to get down onto the ground and back up again without major shenanigans. (As a step in this direction – hopefully without tripping – I've started going to a tai chi class.)

So what can I do in the meantime? I've started organizing a program of learning new reflexes and habits. Some of them will apply only while my arm is still healing, and some are intended to be permanent changes. I'm hoping to find a balance between keeping myself in one piece and not turning into one of *those* old ladies. You know, the ones who move so very carefully all the time.

Temporary measures include things like: Only carry one object at a time. Long-term measures are things like: Always keep my eyes on the ground while walking. Only do one type of movement-related thing at a time. Walking is good, turning is good, try not to walk and turn at the same time. When gardening, do not perform manipulations with plants except when standing still. Do not walk backwards. Carrying something while walking is OK. Complex manipulations like opening and closing doors require first confirming that footing is solid.

Maybe all this sounds a bit over-the-top, but it's based on analyzing past and potential failure points. It's not like I've been falling all the time, and the last time I broke a bone was in the previous millennium. But I have to say that this broken arm has me spooked. And I don't want to go through this on anything resembling a regular basis.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2026 07:42 pm
subtitle; The Greatest Espionage Story of the Cold War

from amazon;
If anyone could be considered a Russian counterpart to the infamous British double-agent Kim Philby, it was Oleg Gordievsky. The son of two KGB agents and the product of the best Soviet institutions, the savvy, sophisticated Gordievsky grew to see his nation's communism as both criminal and philistine. He took his first posting for Russian intelligence in 1968 and eventually became the Soviet Union's top man in London, but from 1973 on he was secretly working for MI6.
For nearly a decade, as the Cold War reached its twilight, Gordievsky helped the West turn the tables on the KGB, exposing Russian spies and helping to foil countless intelligence plots, as the Soviet leadership grew increasingly paranoid at the United States's nuclear first-strike capabilities and brought the world closer to the brink of war.
Desperate to keep the circle of trust close, MI6 never revealed Gordievsky's name to its counterparts in the CIA, which in turn grew obsessed with figuring out the identity of Britain's obviously top-level source. Their obsession ultimately doomed Gordievsky: the CIA officer assigned to identify him was none other than Aldrich Ames, the man who would become infamous for secretly spying for the Soviets.

a very interesting read. goes into the motivation of gordievsky vs. philby (who will probable haunt MI5 & MI6 as long as those organizations exist) & ames. as well as some of the work gordievsky did for MI6 & what happened to him when the KGB got word of what he was up too.
if you like real life spy stories/thrillers, i recommend this book. i also recommend similar books that macintyer wrote; Double Cross: The True Story of the D-Day Spies & Agent Zigzag: A True Story of Nazi Espionage, Love, and Betrayal.

macintyre also wrote a book about philby, a spy among friends, that's now a tv series. i tried to read it, but it felt very british & i could not make it very far.
Wednesday, June 17th, 2026 09:31 pm
GFW's unisex boxer briefs are back (now with a modified design that allows you to wear menstrual pads with wings, and a wider size range):

https://www.gfwclothing.com/collections/boxer-shorts-unisex

They are the best.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2026 02:08 pm
oh hey I'll be at Readercon this year. Let me know if you want to hang out!
Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 09:15 pm
(I think this is the only icon I have with a baby.)

(This probably should be a fic, but I don't have the brain space to write fic right now.)

Preamble

Firstly, this isn't vague-blogging or subtweeting or whatever, and I'm not intending to tell any specific person they're wrong on the Internet. It's something that I've been thinking about since I saw FF:FS last year.

I'm further not telling anyone they should like the film if they didn't, or that they're bad for not wanting to watch a Disney movie prominently featuring pregnancy and parenthood. I'm sympathetic to having had enough of that genre and/or have been burned by it too many times. Totally fair! If you don't like plots with babies, you won't like this movie. There is definitely a baby!

I do, however, intend this to be something of a rebuttal to the "I don't like that the only female character was just a mom" line of criticism, which I've run into since the trailer. I also want to explain why I think that framing Sue's role as primarily a mother is reductive, and ignores some of the more interesting things the film was doing with her character.

This will be long, and will spoil the entire movie )
Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 11:28 pm
This week is recycle pickup so I went looking for pointless manga to throw out. The bedroom boxes are pretty much empty by now so I looked in the hall closet. OK, well, not my Onmyouji manga or Yomi Henjo whatever, baffling and annoying as all those are. But a bunch of Belne's version of swinging London for sure. Oh, and maybe some of those magazines stashed away in the long ago Canada Census bag. The Time magazine featuring Nureyev from 60 years ago, now crumbling to dust, and something from the 70s with a not safe for work cover, and some equally crumbling newspaper sheets, and the incredibly heavy French art magazines from, good heavens, 1951,  I wouldn't have thought the country had recovered sufficiently by then to be producing luxury artifacts of the kind featured within, nope not throwing those out, and a Classics Comicbook (remember those?) of Rider Haggard's Cleopatra, which tells you quite as much as anyone needs to know about Rider Haggard's Cleopatra, and no, cozy afterword, I don't think I'll be reading the whole thing available in my school or public library. I mean, maybe people did: there was a time when kids read all sorts of things, but does anyone anymore?

But then there were two envelopes of photographs and my god, *here* are the photos I took on my first trip to Japan that I've been searching the house for these last twenty years and more. I take them out and... can pictures taken with a camera, an actual 'adjust the lens and viewfinder' camera, fade? My European pics from the mid-80s are still crisp but these are all dull, washed out, and every one of them has a blank dirty cream sky that leeches colour from the world: even the ones where shadows indicate that the sun is shining. Yes, yes, Tokyo pollution: but evidently Kyoto pollution and Kanazawa pollution and pollution from the Shinkansen windows.

My one hope is that these are the rejects, because I was sure I took more photos than these. But if so, why would I stash them in a safe place, and what happened to the ones taken on the sunny blue-skied days I remember?
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Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 06:55 pm

On yesterday’s commute home I concluded The Rediscovery of America: Native Peoples and the Unmaking of U.S. History by Ned Blackhawk. This is a history novel which focuses on the relationship between Native Americans and the United States, from the initial colonization efforts of Europeans to modern day.

I think the thing this book does best, and I think what it was trying to do, is make indigenous Americans active participants in history. Everyone knows that they were victims of countless atrocities, first at the hand of European invaders and later by the United States government, but they are often reduced to the role of passive victim: people to whom things simply happened. Not so, says Blackhawk. Native Americans were shapers of history as much as anyone else, and he brings their role and influence to the forefront here.

One of the things this pushes back on hard is the idea of inevitability: that what happened to the indigenous people of North America was always going to happen. We can see, throughout this book, so many moments when things could have been different if the right people had chosen differently.

It also is very revealing as to the sources of anti-indigenous violence in the decades before and after the American Revolution. It was in many cases, the settlers who were pushing hardest for violence and dispossession of the native peoples, not the government. Of course, the government agreed in the end, but both the British and later the American government initially wanted more diplomatic relationships with Native American tribes—but the settlers, fueled by bigotry, greed, and fear, lobbied hard for a more severe approach, and in the end, they won.

It’s also an incredibly detailed chronicle of native resistance to colonization and how hard Native Americans have fought for centuries to preserve their cultures and be allowed to simply exist as they wish. The breadth and variety of techniques they have employed to this end are truly remarkable. Knowing more about the modern legal struggles of the tribes is also a useful tool for looking at where to go next.

Some reviews found the book dry; personally, I can’t disagree that it was dry, but I did not find its dryness a problem. It is a historical chronicle, not a novel, and it does its job very well. It is well-researched and a thorough survey. I think it does well balancing covering a large swath of history with many different peoples and conflicts while also digging in a bit to certain specifics. I found it deeply engaging and I think the country would be better off if everyone had a better understanding of this material.

My only complaint is that it does end a little abruptly, but it had to stop somewhere.


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Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 10:02 pm
Another rewatch for us, 20 years on. And this two parter is still superb.

It's a fresh twist on a base under siege story, with big ideas, a superb guest cast (especially Claire Rushbrook and Danny Webb), and an innovative new monster/creature in the Ood. As an agnostic I find some of the religious angles harder to relate to, but it still works on many levels, and is so ambitious. And the music at times is breathtaking.

If it was in any other year it would be a contender for the best story of the season. But this is such a strong year with some stellar stories. But it's really, really good.

And I've just remembered there's a new Target novelisation that I still have to read. That will be fun. It's novelised by the original scriptwriter Matt Jones. Who, sadly, we didn't get any more Doctor Who TV stories from. Though he did write a Torchwood episode. As well as some other Wilderness Years books and short stories.
Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 09:57 pm
Realised I haven't posted thoughts about this one, which we rewatched recently. It was ok, but not one of my favourites. There are some strong points. Mr Magpie is superbly acted. And I quite liked Rose being sidelined for much of it. But there's a smugness for me about much of this story, and I can't get over that. I also didn't find the solution to the domestic abuse situation realistic for the time. But it filled a slot!
Tuesday, June 16th, 2026 04:15 pm
Background: I discovered that the county-run swim center nearest to me has deepwater running times open when I'm available. My swimsuits are ancient and the elastic in them is dying.

So I decided to drive to the Lands End outlet to try on what they have, get something to wear.

I drove over this afternoon. It wasn't there. In place of Lands End, in the plaza, was a Gap Outlet (no swimsuits.) I went a little further down the plaza to Athletica. No swimsuits.

Oookay, I will try to order one when I get home.

On the way home I noticed that the Chico's, which used to be across the street from another mall where I worked when they had a Borders Books, is gone. It's an empty site with a backhoe.

Another couple of miles, I turned left and headed toward the private Catholic girls' school that had so much traffic coming from it that it had its own dedicated cop to handle directing traffic. This time -- no cop. And no school. The rolling green lawn is not green but mostly paved and out of it have sprung enormous townhouses -- if a townhouse is four stories -- or flats, or something. Dozens of them.

I also noticed that the road I was driving on had changed names. It had been Knowles; now it is Strathmore, possibly in connection with the arts center and entertainment venue at the end of it.

Did I suddenly switch timelines or something? I do remember the county talking about housing and construction, but I don't recall anything about this.