They must feel safe now that Thanksgiving¹ has passed.
¹ Canadian Thanksgiving.
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Our friend Tess dropped by for a visit last weekend, and stayed overnight. I decided to snap a photo of her, and one of Kathleen as well.
Tess, smiling 
Kathleen, sitting in the window’s light
Then I saw a lovely red-and-yellow autumn tree on my way to work.
And today it snowed.
Review: This is How You Lose the Time War
I wasn’t going to buy any books on our Ottawa trip. I wasn’t. I have too many books already at home.
Then we were walking back to the hotel from Byward Market, and we stopped in at Chapters, and I found myself in the SF/F section holding a copy of This is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar (an Ottawa writer) and Max Gladstone. I opened the book, intending to skim the first chapter and then set it back on the shelf, intending to go home and request a copy from my local library.
But I found Amal’s signature on the title page, and well, long story short, I bought the book.
It’s a wild ride, a time-travel novella about two agents working on opposite sides of a time war. Red works for the Agency, a tech-based organization, and Blue works for Garden, an organization that might be an organism. They write each other letters across the timelines, the threads of history and future, at first to taunt each other (“Nyah nyah, you’re gonna lose!” “Are not!” “Are too!”) and, later, as they get to know each other, to express their feelings for each other.
The epistolary affair spans all of history, mostly in various versions of Earth (at one point, one of the characters goes to see Romeo and Juliet, to find out if it’s a tragedy or a comedy in her current timeline), but sometimes on other worlds or even in the vacuum of space. Red and Blue’s relationship progresses upthread and downthread, through past and future, in letters written in some of the weirdest steganographic ways I’ve seen: one is written in a volcano, another in a thornbush grown over a year from a seed. Only one, if I recall correctly, is written in ink on paper.
The writing itself—Amal’s and Max’s, I mean, not Red’s and Blue’s—is beautifully wrought, by turns amusing and horrifying. Moments as calm and sedate as a woman braiding her hair or enjoying tea contrast with the same woman, pages later, washing her hands after slitting someone’s throat.
And the language! I’m pretty proud of my vocabulary, but the authors, in their search for le mot juste, more than once sent me to the dictionary to make sure I understood the precise point or image they were trying to convey.
I enjoyed the novella, with its twists and turns, its hunter-vs.-hunted story chasing itself down the corridors of time. Highly recommended.
Buy it from McNally-Robinson or Indiebound.
Home again, home again
And now we’re home from Ottawa, in the land of flurries and frost warnings and the start-of-autumn paving mad rush that a CBC listener termed “pavement panic season”.
Ottawa, days 7 & 8
Sunday was my cousin Chad’s wedding to his new wife, Katherine. It was a lovely day, a nice brief ceremony, and a great supper and dance. It was about 1 am when we got back to the hotel and crashed.
Monday we got up and had breakfast with the family, then said our goodbyes. We did a quick tour of the Diefenbunker, the bomb shelter meant to protect the federal government in the case of nuclear war.
Then we headed to the airport, to catch our flight home.
Ottawa, Day 6
We lazed around in the morning, reading and whatnot. Around 12:30 we headed out for lunch, walking about a kilometer or so to Flora Hall Brewing, where we shared a ploughman’s lunch and had a beer apiece. It was all delicious.
Then we headed out to the airport, to pick up Susie. We took her down to the Byward Market for a birthday chocolate feast, and then wandered around a bit, being touristy. Then we headed out of town, to Kanata, where the rest of the family is staying at a hotel in preparation for Sunday’s wedding. We met up with them for snacks and drinks, and then, feeling ridiculously stuffed, we headed back downtown to our hotel.
Bed soon, and tomorrow we leave downtown Ottawa for the hotel in Kanata. Our vacation draws near its end, but we’re starting to feel ready for it to be done, too.
Ottawa, day 5
A much more relaxed day. We meet up with my aunt Veronica and uncle Marc and wandered around downtown. Kathleen found some shoes for the wedding, since her good shoes had a broken strap when she opened up her luggage; then we went down to the Byward Market again and had some chocolate at Cacao 70. Marc gave a little impromptu tour, and then he and Veronica headed home.
We headed out for supper, to a place of seen on an episode of You Gotta Eat Here: Burgers and Fries Forever. It was delicious, especially the parmesan-and-herb-covered fries.
Back at the hotel, Kathleen fell pretty much instantly asleep, while I stayed up writing. I finished the first draft of a short story, which will need a lot of editing before anyone else gets to read it.
I don’t think I took a single photo today.
Ottawa, Day 4
Today, we toured the Supreme Court…
While we waited for our Supreme Court tour, we wandered around behind the building, where there’s a lovely view 
The Supreme Court’s name engraved in marble 
Because the Justices are currently away, we got to enter the actual Supreme Court
…where I got to close the door in the actual Supreme Court, since I was the last to enter the courtroom.
Next we toured Rideau Hall, the official residence of the Governor General.
The Canadian flag at Rideau Hall, signifying that the Governor General is not at home 
Rideau Hall 
Our tour guide talks about the painting of Michaëlle Jean 
Stained-glass window at Rideau Hall. “The Arts engage and inspire us”
And then, because the day wasn’t full enough already, we went and spent a few hours in the War Museum.
Uniform of Lt. A. T. Kines of Roblin, MB 
Carry On: LCol Dwayne Kevin Hobbs, CO of The Toronto Scottish Regiment” by Gertrude Kerns 
There’s a spot in the War Museum where you can see the Peace Tower at Parliament
Then we had supper and went back to the hotel, where Kathleen is currently asleep and I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.
Ottawa, day 3
We got moving late, and went down to the Byward Market for a quick brunch at Le Moulin de Provence. We shared a cheese croissant, a fruit-and-custard–covered Danish, and a cookie.
After that, we headed off to the Canadian Museum of History, where we spent four hours or more. I didn’t really take any photos.
(Amusing anecdote, though: The national museums in Ottawa and Gatineau have this deal where you can buy a “museum passport”: $35 for any three museums, so long as you visit them within three days. The History museum was going to be our final entry in this passport.
So, as we were crossing the bridge to Gatineau, Kathleen asked if I had my passport. I gave her A Look and said, “No,” assuming she was being funny, since we were crossing over into Quebec.
She proceeded to give me A Look as well, and I realized that, no, she meant the museum passport. “Oh,” I said, feeling a bit foolish. “Yeah, I have that passport.”
…OK, maybe you had to be there.)
On the way back, we stopped in at the Mill St. Brewpub and had a fantastic, and filling, supper. And then back to the hotel.
Ottawa, Day 2
This morning we went on a couple of Parliamentary tours. First we checked out the Senate, in their temporary location (where they’ll be for the next 10 years or so, while Centre Block is renovated).
Then we headed over and toured the West Block, where the House of Commons will be housed for the next 10 years, in a roofed-over courtyard.
The original Senate door, transferred to the temporary location 
Senate chamber panorama 
A portrait of Gildas Molgat, a senator from my home town. 
A portrait of the Queen in the Senate foyer 
House of Commons
We lunched at Café Bibliothèque in the basement of our hotel. We never managed to get there the last time we were here. It was all right.
Then we went to the Canada Science & Technology Museum, but I didn’t take any photos there. It was a worthwhile visit. That’s #2 of our three-museum pass. Tomorrow, I think we’ll end up at the Museum of History.