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It started late, much later than predicted. Nothing by 1:30 am when I went to bed. Not much but a wee bit of snowfall and lots of slush when I went out to do my errands around 12:30 today. But enroute home, finally the snow began to fall in earnest and I can now say yes, we have a lovely snowy blizzard blanketing NYC with the white stuff.
Now that it's here and is supposed to continue through the night, I'm hoping it clears up enough by tomorrow morning so that I can fly out to Radcon in the afternoon.
Finished going over the copy edits of Haunted Legends co-edited by me and Nick Mamatas for Tor. This is our all original anthology of retold regional ghost stories coming out from Tor in September. I'm happy with how it came out.
Cleaning up books from 2009 that I neglected to mention in The Best Horror of the Year, Volume Two because when I was finishing up the summary I was in Florida and not at home. Some of those books will be mentioned in my Cemetery Dance column that's due next month (but won't be out for several months, as they still have two columns in the can). I'll likely be covering mostly nonfiction/art books.
My dad is now in a nursing home called Whitehall in Boca Raton. He's been there just over a week. The day he was admitted he broke his wrist trying to get out of bed without help again. He seems to be ok otherwise. He can't feed himself (he'll be in a cast from hand to mid-arm for five weeks)because he broke the right wrist but he can drink from cups with his left.
The place is supposed to be very pretty. He was given the swallow test again and he can eat anything other than steak (he was having thickener in everything since his surgery and chopped up meat/chicken). The steak he can't have because he puts too much into his mouth at one time. I don't know what kind of therapy he's getting (my mom is not very helpful as she won't ask questions of the staff ) but he's watching tv (he was doing nothing for several weeks and just wanted to be in bed all the time napping) and more active. It's possible the antidepressants have kicked in and made him feel better but my mom refuses to ask what meds he's on.
My sister's going down again in a few weeks and I hope she can let me know what's really going on. I'll probably go down there again in April.
Now that it's here and is supposed to continue through the night, I'm hoping it clears up enough by tomorrow morning so that I can fly out to Radcon in the afternoon.
Finished going over the copy edits of Haunted Legends co-edited by me and Nick Mamatas for Tor. This is our all original anthology of retold regional ghost stories coming out from Tor in September. I'm happy with how it came out.
Cleaning up books from 2009 that I neglected to mention in The Best Horror of the Year, Volume Two because when I was finishing up the summary I was in Florida and not at home. Some of those books will be mentioned in my Cemetery Dance column that's due next month (but won't be out for several months, as they still have two columns in the can). I'll likely be covering mostly nonfiction/art books.
My dad is now in a nursing home called Whitehall in Boca Raton. He's been there just over a week. The day he was admitted he broke his wrist trying to get out of bed without help again. He seems to be ok otherwise. He can't feed himself (he'll be in a cast from hand to mid-arm for five weeks)because he broke the right wrist but he can drink from cups with his left.
The place is supposed to be very pretty. He was given the swallow test again and he can eat anything other than steak (he was having thickener in everything since his surgery and chopped up meat/chicken). The steak he can't have because he puts too much into his mouth at one time. I don't know what kind of therapy he's getting (my mom is not very helpful as she won't ask questions of the staff ) but he's watching tv (he was doing nothing for several weeks and just wanted to be in bed all the time napping) and more active. It's possible the antidepressants have kicked in and made him feel better but my mom refuses to ask what meds he's on.
My sister's going down again in a few weeks and I hope she can let me know what's really going on. I'll probably go down there again in April.