This Week ROCKS!
My weekend story: true-crime writer queen, Ann Rule, at a book signing. Front page story. Daughter and Dad behind the author and Barbara Thompson are a pair I met while they were standing in line. Loved them all!
Dacia (the daughter) is a blogger too! AND she is a writer and about to be a published author too! (Just like Ann Rule “too,” not just like me “too.”) AND I misspelled her name in my news story. ARGH! Danged handwriting and low-ink pen! Sorry about that, Dacia. I won’t do it again, especially won’t do it when I write the book review. 😀
Sunday, before and after church, I tromped through the fields in the east county and west county pheasant release sites.
This is Sammy the Lab. Isn’t he gorgeous? His picture was published in the newspaper today.
Monday morning I had a private soup cooking lesson with a local chef. Holy cow that was a good breakfast!! I had a Creamy Curry Chanterelle Soup and an Italian Spinach and Egg Drop Soup (shown below).
I was in the newsroom this morning and The Editor asked how I liked the chef and the soup. I said I LOVED them both. “He’s single, you know,” The Editor said.
“Drummers, goalkeepers and chefs. They’re all bad boys and my weakness and my downfall. No way,” I said.
Today I visited a turkey farm to interview real turkeys (the kind WITH feathers and two legs, not the kind without feathers). It’s hard to imagine that looking at these alien looking creatures made me hungry — but they did!
AND my photo of a pheasant was on the front page cuddled up to the banner today.
AND I had the feature article in the Outdoors section (my first time ever) AND my son, Stosh, wrote the elk hunting preview story.
AND I bought a latte and a cranberry/pumpkin pound cake at the Market Street bakery and a heap o’ fat quarters at Sisters Fabric Shop for 25% off and some flannel for 20% off and a batik for 15% off. Woot!
AND I spent some time when I got home in my studio working on my Phoenix Project.
AND now it’s bedtime.
“The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.” ~Anais Nin