Pokestop and Thee

[lydamorehouse]

 
Image: A pokemon that I drew for those stopping for our Pokestop

A friend of mine discovered that our Little Free Library out front is a Pokestop for people playing Pokemon Go. I decided to lean into it and have created a number of homemade drawings for people stopping by (or kids who just want some art of a Pokemon) to come an take. 

Because I am silly like this.

In other news, today is Wednesday and I have some reading/listening to report. I'm currently just over halfway through Nghi Vo's The Chosen and The Beautiful by Nghi Vo is going to be one of the guests of honor for this year's Gaylaxicon, which will be held here in Minneapolis/St. Paul. I'm on the programming committee for Gaylaxicon, so I thought I should do at least a little due diligence and read SOME of her work. ;-)  (I actually have two other books of hers currently in my audiobook queue.) This particular book can be summed up with the perfect elevator pitch: The Asian The Great Gatsby, but queer and with magic. And, despite all the Gatsby stuff, I'm enjoying it so far.

Previous to this, I listened to Audrey Lee's The Mechanics of Memory which is story that takes place in a "couple minutes into the future" world where a young woman who wakes up in a mental institution unable to remember the previous year, only it's clear that some of what she's being told about all that is a lie. Maybe I had already finished that as of last Wednesday, because I did then figure out how to listen to T. Kingfisher's A Sorceress Comes to Call, which I found, like all of T. Kingfisher's stuff, eminently readable.

I bounced out of Service Model Adrian Tchaikovsky, but I didn't delete it, figuring I can try again later when I'm in the mood for some humor.

I've spend a lot of the rest of the week trying to get my gardens in order. Not an easy task. Somehow, every year, I fail to figure out whether it is smarter to leave the leaves or to rake them. Whatever I chose is inevitibly wrong. Leaving them is better for the bees, but then I murder the grass underneath. If I rake them  up, then something comes and kills the grass anyway. I have a dirt lawn. I'm hoping to make it trendy, fashionable. Wish me luck.

Good news, no mow May should be a cinch.