Sort of. I’ve been listening to a radio tour I did with the wonderful Irene Rawlings while in Denver on this last tour. I’m working on getting the link for you; the one I received in email worked, but didn’t when I copied it here. Stay tuned.
Hopefully, this one will work.
Irene is a delight and has become a personal friend.
Like most Mondays, this one is busy. Sadie will be heading out for her “swimming lesson” soon. At the moment, she’s snoring away on her pink dog-bed, building up her strength. In a few minutes, the telephone will ring, and I’ll be participating in a conference call. When that’s done, it’s off to Stone Creek for a few hours to see what the modern-day O’Ballivans are up to.
On Saturday, I had lunch with Karen, one of my sisters-in-law, at Tomato Street. I love their baked spaghetti. We whipped out our digital cameras and swapped pictures, caught up on all that’s been happening in our lives in the too-long time since we’ve seen each other.
The rest of the weekend was devoted to painting backgrounds for a series of collages I’m planning. It was messy work–I think I may have red paint in my hair, and my fingernails look like–well–an artist’s fingernails. It was also totally refreshing, great preparation for writing. By some curious alchemy, painting clears my brain and helps me re-focus when I sit down at the computer again.
The week ahead will be a busy one. Tomorrow, “The Montana Creeds: Dylan” will be on sale everywhere, and I’m excited about that, of course. On Thursday, I leave for L.A. and will be spending time with my daughter, Wendy, and future son-in-law, Jeremy, after doing a satellite media tour on the 27th. The TV interviews will be piped out all over the country, so maybe I’ll be teleported to your town.
More tomorrow. Choose to make this a good day.