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American Dreams of Miklagarth, or: I'll be in the basement until Thanksgiving.

Thank you for voting, America! I don't know if it was the legalize weed stuff that united us across party lines or what, but I am pleased with the high (heh heh) voter turnout for a midterm election. America has not given up on democracy, and for that I am relieved. Freedom!

Now I can descend into the basement lair by the fireplace and focus my attentions on my imaginary friends from a time period and geographic area that is mostly unfamiliar to Americans--but where many of our ancestors lived, loved, and stabbed each other. In my work-in-progress, Matka Danu Miklagarth, the last survivors of the original party of misfits has reached the end of the Danube River and stands before the Black Sea, the threshold of Miklagarth.

Along the way, I've learned many rando facts about 11th century places and peoples, including Germanic "Holy Romans" vs. the Byzantines, assorted Slavic tribes, Magyars, Bulgars, Turks, Egyptians, Nubians, mysterious nomads who apparently traveled fr…

Cat Fright

We thought our cat Gretchen was dead a few days ago, but she hasn't given up her nine ghosts quite yet.


As we were getting ready for bed last Sunday night, Gretchen captured a common house centipede on the kitchen floor (good kitty!) and spent a long while gently patting it to death with her tiny paw, watching it slow down with each leg that fell off. (Ugh!) We thanked her for her service and started to back away, and then the centipede mustered up enough outrage to bite her. I've never seen a centipede bite anything or anyone, but I quickly discovered by Googling that it is possible. Gretchen flailed her paw and finally shook the centipede off, and then she went into a huff and didn't want to finish the job. So I bravely, yes very bravely, squished it with a long broom and swept it into the trash.

Gretchen usually curls up with me and my daughter when we start reading a bedtime story, but on that night, she took off into the basement to nurse her battle wound. Understanda…