January 21, 2008
Case of Mistaken Identity
I'm trying not to get a complex, but someone emailed me to tell me the Portland paper has a notice saying "Kirby Larson will be at the Beaverton Powell's reading from his book, Hattie Big Sky." Then I got home from my lovely morning in Pleasanton to find this very kind note from the hotel management addressed to Mr. Larson. Sigh. I told my mom she should have named me Sally.
I consoled myself by spending the afternoon on a hunt for some comfortable yet stylish flats. I found some at a darling store called London Sole. . .and they were on sale! Don't tell Neil, but I bought two pair. Some women are addicted to plastic surgery -- I am addicted to shoes.
After a bit of work this afternoon, I was picked up promptly by Cynthia who took me out to the Walnut Creek Barnes and Noble. I am kicking myself for forgetting my camera because events manager, Colleen, is the exact image of what a Colleen should be. So now you'll all have to just go to Walnut Creek to see for yourself. Because of the holiday and some low mountain snow, it was a light turnout but we all had a great time. Well, at least I did. I met a woman who had homesteaded in Alaska in the 60's and a middle school librarian who peppered me with questions so she could report back to her kids.
In the car on the way back to the hotel, Cynthia and I solved all the world's problems. So what could be better?
Okay, there's one thing: they could stop turning on the darned TV when they turn down my bed each night. But other than that, life is good. Very, very good.
Posted by kirby at January 21, 2008 10:12 PM