The Writers Festival is going along beautifully; a first day full of great talks and presentations. I’ll post more later–I’m on my way out the door.
But, a couple of quick unrelated thoughts…
Phone ringing, ringing, ringing while I’m in the shower. Always that question in my mind of do I shut the water off and run out soapily to answer it, or depend upon the caller I.D. Can’t get the memory out of my mind when I let it ring until I couldn’t stand it and we didn’t have the technology of that little box on the phone. Finally ran out and dripping on the kitchen floor, "Hello?" I say. An immediate calm answer, "Susan? They need you next door to do CPR."
And I notice that all the snow is gone this morning.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology