It’s been a lovely weekend. Saturday morning I arrived at MCTC about fifteen minutes before the workshop I intended to attend, and scored a free parking spot just across the street from the venue. City Pages did not mislead. There really were rows and “rows of area publishers and booksellers in full schmooze mode” crowded on to the floor. If one of them caught me eyeing their wares I was immediately caught in their tractor beams, desperate to extricate myself so as to continue on to my destination. But how can I hold anything against fellow bibliophiles? The workshop itself was wonderful. Chris Baty’s energy comes through well in his book, but is even more fun firsthand. I both enjoyed and needed his pep talk. But I couldn’t stay long afterwards. Managed to be third in line to have my book signed, then headed home after only a quick walk through the aisles. One item of note…I discovered that Norwegian graphic novelist Jason will be in town in April. Loved his book, Hey Wait… but am a little leary of this idea…of a “world premiere mask and dance production” based on his characters. Hmmm. The masks I saw looked cool enough, but I don’t know about this dance business. Only time will tell. Speaking of time, I got home less than two hours after I’d set out. When I returned the little man happened to be looking out the window, his little face lighting up upon spotting me. Walking in the door I smelled the husband’s notorious snickerdoodles. Made myself eat lunch before devouring one…or two. The remainder of the weekend was spent lazing and playing, making pancakes and seitan stew (separately), looking for a cheap or free old laptop, to borrow or buy, for use during November (any leads appreciated), and doing a minimal amount of housework. Just now I was so tired that I wondered, for an ever so brief moment, if my computer was runningslowly because I’d just turned on the dishwasher. See, housework is bad for the brain. Well, for my brain at least.
