Time for another weekender (part 2)

Day 5. 40 pages, 17,932 words.

Today, rather than attend Ropecon again, we are swinging by the ol’ Palokas house to celebrate my grandmother-in-law’s birthday. The matriarch of the extended Helenius / Palokas clan is turning ninety.

In classic Lillo-mommo fashion, of course, she’s insisted that no fuss is to be made. But we’re all fairly certain that if we actually listened to her about that, there would be passive-aggressive Hell to pay. So we’re making a fuss. Just … not so much of a fuss as we might make for someone turning a more robust multiple of ten.

By which I mean, we are skipping the village tradition of waking the birthday hero up in the middle of the night with shouting and musical instruments and gun-shootin’ and all that. It might be just a little much for a woman of advancing years. And by “advancing”, I mean “already well and truly invaded and occupying”.

Anyway, it’s a big deal. Ninety. That’s damn impressive right there. Congratulations, Lillo-mommo. Grattis på födelsedagen. Hyvää syntymäpäivää.

May you spend the day surrounded by your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

I mean, that’s basically what you do every day, but hopefully today you actually enjoy it.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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