Before we go any further, I must take this moment to say, quite seriously: OMG isn't she just the most precious?
Carrying on, things were great for a few months until, in May, some scammer from South Carolina took me, Kellnerin and our friend A for a ride. If you weren't following along, the three of us had been busting our asses trying to raise money to get a new science fiction magazine off the ground. We were using Kickstarter and, as the finish line drew closer, it became clear that we weren't going to reach our goal and thus wouldn't receive funding. But then! An eleventh hour contributor came through with a huge pledge to push us over the line. We spent nearly a week spinning all the gears into motion before it became clear that the pledge was fraudulent, collateral damage in some larger con. Ugh. But don't worry; keep reading; the story has a happy ending, or, at least, a happy continuation.
Not long after this disappointment, I started to notice some problems with my vision. Turned out to be a spontaneously detached retina, and a pretty heavily progressed one at that. They tried to fix it by injecting gas bubbles into my eye, resulting in some pretty creepy-looking bleeding, but no improvement.
It was quickly determined that the only course of action was to cut open my eyeball with knives and install some silicone scaffolding to physically hold my retina in place. On the list of medical procedures I don't recommend just having done on a lark, this is pretty high up there. On the plus side, I got to wear an eyepatch for two months. I think it suited me pretty well.
And then in August my aunt M, who was like a third parent to me growing up, contracted pneumonia and went from being in fantastic health for an 85-year old to being scattered around a rose bush in two weeks time. It's how she wanted to go: quickly and while she still had her independence. Of course, that thought doesn't console as much as it should.
But then, almost immediately, my sister gave birth to a beautiful little girl, which is basically the way that deaths and births should always be scheduled.
And then E got a job in Toronto, starting in January, so we're moving home. Good thing too, because we just got the bill for my eye surgery and it did a pretty good job of driving home the reasons not to live in the USA.
Oh, and we started that magazine after all(!!!)
So yeah, 30 was a pretty great year on balance.
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