Delivery at the Doorstep

It was a good week. I quietly edged my way through revisions of a new chapter. While the sun could have appeared a bit more, it shone long enough for a few swims and some walks with friends Mary, Jeanne, and Mary Beth. And of course the dogs, (who’ve been unhappy with all the thunder). I got reports from my daughter in San Diego. She and her roommate both changed some work days to drive south to attend ComicCon, arriving at 5 a.m. on Thursday. They enjoyed chatting with some others hoping to see the male cast of Twilight, some of whom had parked themselves 48 hours before. Em said it was worth it to see two clips of New Moon. In one, the Jacob character takes off his shirt. In the other, the Edward character takes off his shirt. She was happy. And the girls had dinner with some family friends. Steve, she said, might have drunk a little too much and sang Oklahoma at the Mexican Restaurant. There was also a Johnny Depp sighting, at ComicCon to promote his role as the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, due out next spring. Em told me my children’s lit class will have to take a field trip to the movie.

Okay, hot young men without shirts nonetheless, the highlight of my week was a package on the doorstep. Here’s a picture of the ARC (advanced reader’s copy) of my book that won’t see store shelves for another eight months or so, but I’ll enjoy having it near my elbow as I write a new book. I posed it on the porch where the bees hover over the purple cone flowers outside, and I bumble toward Chapter Twelve, fixing one sentence, then trying to wrench the next into good shape.