I’m back, as the old saying goes, like a bad penny.
I flew over to Seattle on Monday and soon connected with my good friend Debbie Macomber at the beautiful Four Seasons hotel, where we dropped our bags, had a quick lunch, and lit out for Nordstrom. We both came out with lovely black raincoats, very nearly a match–our tastes have always been very similar.
We did a little more power shopping, then decided to take in a movie. We finally chose “Like Crazy”, supposedly a romance, and settled in in the nearly empty theatre for a good time. Lucky we didn’t hold our breaths–this movie didn’t have a plot, as far as we could tell, and the height of the excitement was the hero building a wooden chair. I don’t normally pan other people’s creative efforts–I know, after all, how much work and heart goes into a project–but this one is an utter waste of an hour and a half of your life, which you will never get back. If it comes to a theatre near you, move. That said, we had a fabulous time, because we have fun wherever we go.
Next morning, we headed to a nail salon down the street from the Four Seasons–Macomber is hell for fancy fingernails–and while I was waiting for her, I had a pedicure. I took a picture, intending to tweet my feet (I’m a poet), but instead wound up leaving my phone behind in Debbie’s car. Fortunately, she’s overnighting it back to me–thank heaven I didn’t leave it at the nail salon, because nobody there speaks enough English to work out a solution.
After the manicure/pedicure adventure, it was on to a smash of a Christmas party, with many of our long-time author friends, all smart, successful women. It was a pleasure to talk shop and catch up on what everybody’s been doing, and don’t even get me started on the delicious food. (Barb, I need the recipe for that chocolate/peanutbutter candy. Or maybe it’s better to just have one piece per year. :))
I flew back home last night, and imagine my surprise and delight to find Bernicie right outside the gate, with Jen, waiting to greet me. (We were prepared to swear up and down that she’s a seeing-eye Yorkie if challenged.) The Christmas tree is up, and there are lights strung around the railing of the back deck–very cheery.
I’m recovering from all that fun today, and throwing myself straight back into the book first thing tomorrow.
That’s the news from my kitchen table, my friends.