A Texas convention run by fen, attended by fen who read, and in a very nice, friendly hotel…pretty big convention, and panels full of people who read and enjoy sf. We were worried after our experience earlier this year, but I can say this is a convention worth driving long distances to attend. Next year’s guests will be Larry Niven and Cory Doctorow.

Had a stay with my brother—who’s prepping his house for sale. If anybody’s in the market, he’s on a little wooded hilltop cul de sac in a suburb of Dallas, a block away from a little playground, and a wooded creek, in an area with some very good schools. Two stories, multiple bedrooms, upstairs studio area or upstairs sitting room or kids play area, etc. House immaculate, new carpet, granite countertops. Easy commute to Dallas central, Plano, Frisco, etc.

The drive down was hard: the belt of fires across Idaho had smoke hazing the sky pink from Spokane to Missoula, to Billings MT, to Sheridan WY, through Denver CO, and southward. When we went over Raton Pass to reach Raton, NM, we got out of the smoke but into the allergens provoked by the rain they’d had—but when we drove the same route back, we hit more rain, beautiful cloud and light effects, and clear, clear skies in the Rockies. We saw nature in action: it’s pronghorn mating season, and the antelope are clustered in herds with hopeful bachelors roaming between and herd males really getting no rest, what with these frequent little standoffs. We’d wondered that sightings had been scarce, but they were clustered in a few places where late green persists, and where temperatures at night are in the fifties and forties. Aspen are going gold, and it was very pretty driving.

We ran into smoke again at Billings, and drove in it as far as Coeur d’Alene, where it noticeably lessened, and into Spokane, where we can see a low haze this morning, but nothing like poor Missoula, where it is so thick you can’t see the surrounding mountains. I know they’ve got to be anxious for that to move on. Let’s hear it for a nice Pacific rain system moving in…and hoping we find one!

The cats were great, except poor Shu, who had been a beast about trying to dive under the driver’s seat, turned up shivering, and we discovered the air conditioning was just too much for his little tropic bones: we got his fluffy blanket out of his cage, and a little one to put over him, and he just snuggled down on the passenger floorboards out of the draft and slept, comfy as could be. Poor Seishi, however, who fared better in that, was lounging on his pillow watching the heavy rain, when some damned fool hauling a work trailer passed us doing at least 85 on puddled road (speed limit is 75)—and inundated and blinded us for a moment (plus the four cars/trucks ahead of us). It made a terrible whoosh as the tidal wave hit the car, and Seishi sprang up—first I knew, he was walking on the windows on the way to the front—he’s a big, long cat—and reached me. I could only think: “Don’t let him hit Jane,” —she was driving—so I flung my arms about him and hid his eyes and patted him until his poor heart settled down. He’s a cattery cat. He’s never, ever had anything like that happen to him, and he was so scared he wouldn’t go back on his pillow the whole last day. OTOH, I’m hoping on the next trip he’ll have forgotten it or at least calmed down about it and go back to his sunny pillow in the back windows. My thoughts about the inconsiderate, self-important jackass that passed a sensible pod of cars like that in a driving rain hauling a trailer—are not printable in this forum.